Motherhood is... difficult and... rewarding.
Every tomorrow has two handles. We can take hold of it with the handle of anxiety or the handle of faith.
Pride slays thanksgiving but a humble mind is the soil out of which thanks...
The babe at first feeds upon the mother's bosom but it is always on her heart.
It's not the work which kills people it's the worry. It's not the revolution...
If we are to fulfill the promise of this great Nation that everybody in...
None of us knows what might happen even the next minute, yet still we go...
In heaven, all the interesting people are missing.
