Seek The Tarnish And You Shall Find

Patience. I Colored Patience Gray, Hung Over With Black Clouds. I Colored Hope Yellow, Just Like The Sun We Could See For A Few Short Morning Hours. Too Soon The Sun Rose High In The Sky & Disappeared From View, Leaving Us Bereft And Staring At Blue.

The Creative Genius Begins In The Idle Moment, Dreaming Up The Impossible, And Later Making It Come True.

If You Hold A Bird Too Tightly, You'll Crush Its Wings

Children Are Very Wise Intuitively; They Know Who Loves Them Most, And Who Only Pretends.

We Lived In The Attic, Christopher, Cory, Carrie, And Me, Now There Are Only Three.