Love like rain, can nourish from above, drenching couples with soaking joy. But sometimes, under the angry heat of life, love dries on the surface and must nourish from below, tending to its roots, keeping itself alive.

The things you spend so much time on--all this work you do--might not seem as important. You might have to make room for some more spiritual things.

I lifted my eyes, and, for the first time, admitted the truth."I gave up," I whispered."Don't give up," she whispered back.

One afternoon, I am complaining about the confusion of my age, what is expected of me versus what I want for myself.