It takes a day to fall in love and a lifetime to forget.
Chris NicolaisenJane wondered why small-minded people often form such large groups as she made her way home.
Chris NicolaisenYou want to know the secret to raising good kids?”
“What’s that? asked Thomas.
“High expectations.”
Thomas laughed. “Alright, well what’s the secret to a happy marriage?”
Clyde smiled back, but his face started to fall, and he chose his words carefully. “… Low expectations.
Mots clés love children marriage marriage-advice raising-children
Scars are something of a body’s memoir.
Chris NicolaisenMots clés experience memoir scars
It was as hard to be a Norwegian in 1881 as it was to be an American in 1770. Perhaps even harder, as Norway was far from a young nation.
Chris NicolaisenMots clés colonialism norway
I need a seatbelt on an airplane like a hole in the head,” thought Jane, as she smiled back.
Chris NicolaisenTheir faces were contorted with a horror only known to those who have silenced their consciences.
Chris NicolaisenMots clés conscience horror
The years of his life had not been gentle, and there was something untamable about him; his eyes seemed to say everything and nothing at all, almost as if they spoke a dying language few could appreciate or even understand.
Chris NicolaisenMots clés life experience language eyes
Thomas had never seen anything like her in his life, and he knew, with a beautiful sort of sadness, that he never would again.
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