Even the street, the sunshine, the very air had a special Sunday quality. We walked differently on Sundays, with greater propriety... and stateliness. Greetings were more formal, more subdued, voices more meticulously polite. Everything was so smooth, bland, polished. And genuinely so, because this was Sunday. In church the rustling and the stillness were alike pervaded with the knowledge that all was for the best. Propriety ruled the universe. God was in His Heaven, and we were in our Sunday clothes.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Trying to love your children equally is a losing battle. Your children's scorecards will never match your own. No matter how metic...ulously you measure and mete out your love and attention, and material gifts, it will never feel truly equal to your children. . . . Your children will need different things at different times, and true equality won't really serve their different needs very well, anyway.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »