Mothers were meant to love us unconditionally, to understand our moments of stupidity, to reprimand us for lame excuses while yet acknowledging our point of view, to weep over our pain and failures as well as cry at our joy and successes, and to cheer us on despite countless start-overs. Heaven knows, no one else will.

The Harvest Moon glows round and bold, in pumpkin shades outlined in gold, illuminating eerie forms, unnatural as a candied corn. Beware what dare crawls up your sleeve,for 'tis the night called Hallows Eve.

You may think you've hit rock bottom in your life but guess what there's more crud underneath those rocks.

What do you mean I have to wait for someone's approval? I'm someone. I approve. So I give myself permission to move forward with my full support!

Life isn't always kind. It isn't gentle and loving or sympathetic to the pains and sorrows of humanity. I, however, as an individual in control of my own actions, can be kind and loving, gentle, and sympathetic to those around me, and in the process improve what life is for everyone.

Just say 'I’m sorry.' It’s not a tongue twister. It does not need repeating multiple times. The phrase is simple and short, easy to articulate. And the last time I checked, it sounded just as good—if not better—in a whisper. So just say it; say 'I’m sorry.'

Do it again. Play it again. Sing it again. Read it again. Write it again. Sketch it again. Rehearse it again. Run it again. Try it again.Because again is practice, and practice is improvement, and improvement only leads to perfection.

Life has moments that feel as if the sun has blackened to tar and the entire world turned to ice.

Seek to be kind, and you'll find the rainbow follows you.

Be the hero of hearts; learn to say I’m sorry.