The most remarkable thing about my mother is that for thirty years she served the family nothing but leftovers. The original meal has never been found.
The car slewed to a stop and only then did I notice that it wasn't a cop car, ambulance or fire-engine.
I cried out and my own voice was muffled by the hood.
A tactical retreat is not a bad response to a surprise assault, you know. First you survive. Then you choose your own ground. Then you counterattack.
A hypocrite is a person who--but who isn't?
My home is not a place, it is people.
I am careful not to confuse excellence with perfection. Excellence, I can reach for; perfection is God's business.