I’m always exchanging glances with people I think I know. But too often, they’re just strangers in the night, or in the daytime, or at the grocery store.

When it comes to my quest for perfection, something’s always brewing.

When it comes to escaping the wrath of bats and critics, all’s well that ends well.

Joy is a gift. Not just at Christmas, but every day.

I’m ready for the excitement of bin shopping, the old-fashioned way.

What I once thought was boring, I now long to see.

Some moments deserve an encore performance.

The eccentric and the two-dimensional make strange bedfellows.

When it comes to discussing home design, I’ve got to table the subject.

The thrill of freedom never wanes.

When my muse went AWOL, a thrilling whodunnit rescued me.

Sometimes I have to be reminded of who’s in charge.

Even dogs without a pedigree enjoy sitting in the lap of luxury.

To understand someone better, you often need to learn about their past.

Most days were beautiful days in the neighborhood.

It’s God’s prerogative to change my mind.

Everybody’s looking for something. I’m looking for the world as it should be.

It’s a wonderful thing to enjoy the fruits of your labor.

Most of my friends wear capes.

Sometimes, lovable farm swine have two feet, and go by the nickname “brother.”

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