Most Of All, I Can Choose My

That’s The Thing About A Human Life-there’s No Control Group, No Way To Ever Know How Any Of Us Would Have Turned Out If Any Variables Had Been Changed.

Your Tears Are My Prayers.

The Gods Are Fond Of The Cryptic And Dislike The Evident.

I Watched Them, Thinking That Little Girls Who Make Their Mothers Live Grow Up To Be Such Powerful Women.

And Then, In That Regal Silence, Finally - I Began To Meditate On (and With) God.