Angela Bell We all must die to ourselves...and sometimes to others.
Maria Koshute Longing is, in itself, a place to dwell.
Beverly Behan The Smithsonian calls it the greatest Catholic discovery in the past fifty years...
Alex Gonzales I won't be writing anymore letters anytime soon...
Carolyn Shields I want someone like that.
Love saved me from giving my heart away to various guys before you.
And that moment in the chapel, or in your car, or on your bed at 4a.m, when you finally consent…it begins in that moment when you get over your littleness...
An anonymous gal sent us a poem where she explores the dichotomy of her inner and outer beauty.
How much one's time is worth has been on my mind a lot lately. How does one measure her worth? In tea cups?
Everything I thought I knew about love was a falsehood I lived with for years.
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