Women, As Well As Men, In All

In Some Families, Please Is Described As The Magic Word. In Our House, However, It Was Sorry.

What Goes On Inside Isn't Ever The Same As What Goes On Outside.

I Used To Think There Would Be A Blinding Flash Of Light Someday, And Then I Would Be Wise And Calm And Would Know How To Cope With Everything And My Kids Would Rise Up And Call Me Blessed. Now I See That Whatever I'm Like, I'm Pretty Well Stuck With It For Life. Hell Of A Revelation That Turned Out To Be.

The Dead Don't Bear A Grudge Nor Seek A Blessing. The Dead Don't Rest Uneasy. Only The Living.

Holidays Are Enticing Only For The First Week Or So. After That, It Is No Longer Such A Novelty To Rise Late And Have Little To Do.