Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
But sons have to be soldiers. And soldiers adapt.
The older I become, the more I think about my mother.
... there had been the two little boys. Now they were gone, too. They loved her and called her and sent her e-mails and would still snuggle up to her to be petted when they were in the mood, but they were men, and though they would always be at the center of her life, she was no longer at the center of theirs.