Could It Be That To Truly Love

I Think The Secret To A Hoppy Life Is A Selective Memory. Remember What You Are Most Grateful For And Quickly Forget What Your Not.

It Is Better To Be Loved By One Person Who Knows Your Soul Than Millions Who Don't Even Know Your Phone Number.

Life Is Not A Sprint. It Was Never Meant To Be. It Is Just A Step Of Faith After Another.

You're The Type Who Thinks Of The Glass As Being Half Full, Instead Of Half Empty. "no," She Said, "i'm Just Grateful For The Glass.

. . .and Every Native Has A Story Of Winter – Stories That Usually Begin, You Call This A Storm? And Grow In The Telling Like Battle Tales Shared By Graying War Veterans. It’s A Peculiar Character Flaw To Those Of Us From Cold Climates That We Feel Superior To Those Who Have The Sense To Live Elsewhere.