It was deep afternoon when shadows begin to grow, light becomes gold, and you realize that this particular day has reached its destiny. Like old age, it’s not yet over, but there’s no denying the time of day.

Explain to me, if you will, why alcoholism is a disease but can only be treated by attending little spiritual meetings in basements.

If there’s one thing I learned in Alanon, it’s that you got to face the music because it just grows louder when you ignore it.

All the men I know add that “hands that prepared it” line. They must know it’s right complimentary, an incentive to keep the women cooking.

I’ve never known a tranquil atheist. Don’t they always look like they just sat on a tack?

I’m serious, now let me know every time you see her cry. The thought brings me great joy. Hope.

Dinah and I were raised to believe money taints ordinary people, obstructs virtue, and makes a fool out of you. So, the inheritance was like a tiger somebody’d left on the doorstep of my house, and I had to figure out something to do with it. Having never seen a tiger up close, I perceived it as strange, frightful, and yet it pricked my curiosity enough to warrant a peek at its big body. But what to do with it?

I was that kind of tired you feel when you’ve spent a day in a hospital while a loved one undergoes surgery and comes through all right, the loved one, of course, being myself, and Christmas being the surgical procedure.

Neva ought to smile more. It breaks her anxiety into tiny pieces of joy you want to gather up and hand back to her in your palms, as if to say, “See what you can make when you loose the reins.

Announcements are best kept intact until stomachs are satisfied. News settles easier when blood sugar is stable.