Money. It fits around your neck like some permanent noose. always waiting for your next misstep.
The Legacy Letters: His Wife, His Children, His Final GiftWhat good is an “I love you” if said only when you have to?
The Legacy Letters: His Wife, His Children, His Final GiftKids. They're not tin cans or sheetrock. They're laughing machines. Wind them up and watch them go.
The Legacy Letters: His Wife, His Children, His Final GiftSometimes I feel as if I'm only a doorman awaiting the arrival of her royal majesty.
The Legacy Letters: His Wife, His Children, His Final Gift