We Are The People Our Parents Warned

If Life Gives You Limes, Make Margaritas.

Grief Is Like The Wake Behind A Boat. It Starts Out As A Huge Wave That Follows Close Behind You And Is Big Enough To Swamp And Drown You If You Suddenly Stop Moving Forward. But If You Do Keep Moving, The Big Wake Will Eventually Dissipate. And After A Long Time, The Waters Of Your Life Get Calm Again, And That Is When The Memories Of Those Who Have Left Begin To Shine As Bright And As Enduring As The Stars Above.

There's Something Missing In The Music Industry Today... And It's Music. Songs You Hear Don't Last, It's Just Product Fed To You By The Industry.

I Ain't No Drinking Man, But Temptation Got The Best Of Me.

Quitting Doesn't Enter My Mind.