One Of Life's Best Coping Mechanisms Is

Almost Anything Can Be Dealt With If People Are Of Good Will And Light Hearts And Strong Values.

But It Does No Good--solves Nothing--to Distance Myself From The Front Lines Of Human Need By Using The Mail As A Safe Shelter. I Believe That Serving The Best Ends Of Humanity Means Getting Out In The Middle Of It Just As It Is, Not Staying Home Writing Checks And Thinking Hopeful Thoughts. The World Does Not Need Tourists Who Ride By In A Bus Clucking Their Tongues. The World As It Is Needs Those Who Will Love It Enough To Change It, With What They Have, Where They Are. And You're Damned Right That's Idealistic. No Apology. When Idealism Goes Into The Trash As Junk Mail, We're Finished.

I Love This Child. Red-haired - Patient And Gentle Like Her Mother - Fey And Funny Like Her Father. When She Giggles I Can Hear Him When He And I Were Young. I Am Part Of This Child. It May Be Only Because We Share Genes And That Therefore Smell Familiar To Each Other.... It May Be That A Part Of Me Lives In Her In Some Important Way.... But For Now, It's Jelly Beans And 'old Macdonald' That Unite Us.

This Is An Exercise In Power - The Power Of Mind Over Matter. If You Don't Mind Being Inadequate, It Doesn't Matter.

Do You Ever Go Off With A Long Grocery List And Come Home From The Store With A Bunch Of Different Stuff? And Somebody In The Family Unsacks The Groceries And Wants To Know Why You Got This And Didn't Get That And Just Where Is The Whatever? And You Want To Say, 'well, Just Be Glad I Came Back, Okay?' And The Unpacker Says, 'well, Next Time Bring What's On The List.'