Front door of 1941 Hurst Avenue, the author's childhood home. Green house with bushes with purple flowers in front and various green grasses on the ground. Door is reddish in color; house is green.

Our Feet May Leave But Never Our Hearts

Where we love is home — home that our feet may leave but never our hearts (Oliver Wendall Holmes)

White wooden heart on a brown piece of twine, lying on a piece of wood. On the heart is a small red heart and the words 'i am grateful'

Grace & Gratitude

Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos into order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend. Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today and […]

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We do not remember days, we remember moments — Cesare Pavese

Jimmy, Molly, Dan and Margo at the Rose Bowl, standing with their arms around each other. They are all wearing Stanford clothing and Dan has a tag around his neck with his Rose Bowl ticket in it.

Guilt is the Thief of Joy

Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death — Coco Chanel

Jimmy age 5 sitting behind Molly holding her right hand. Jimmy is wearing blue shorts and a white shirt; Molly, age 9 months, is wearing a yellow print onsie and yellow socks.

The Gift of Remembering

There is nothing I can say that will bring them back, all their bright futures spread before us, but I will stand here all the same with you, my heart broken open with yours and remember what we have lost. Brian Andreas, StoryPeople

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