There was an eerie quiet about last night, like death sleeping on the beach of Lake Erie. I woke up with sand in my shoes and tiny coffins on my feet.

“I say he has room to grow, but the bride in the canoe might say, “Groom to row.”

“I've often wondered what makes a relationship last. I guess the best answer is …”

“My internal voice raised its decibel level. Sam O. Same”

“Men are the fleas in the gray beard of God, and I’m just itching to meet Him.”