“In his arms, I slowly unfolded like a love note read in secret.” — Jill S. Alexander Copy Share Image
“The most beautiful part of the day isn´t always the brightest.” — Jill S. Alexander Copy Share Image
“Do you not see the tragic irony in killing Rudolph to get into the Christmas parade?” — Jill S. Alexander Copy Share Image
“To me, sympathy was like alcohol on a scraped knee. It didn't really heal anything; it just made the injury sting.” — Jill S. Alexander Copy Share Image
“As if my day couldn't get any worse, I was about to be preached to by an Evangelical Elvis impersonator.” — Jill S. Alexander Copy Share Image
“All I'm saying is, you've never alone, and God made everyone unique with different gifts. Now that's not to say it doesn't sting a… — Jill S. Alexander Copy Share Image
“Do the thing you love to do. Hank Williams died at the ripe old age of twentynine. Stevie Ray Vaughan at thirty-five. Jesus at… — Jill S. Alexander Copy Share Image
“In his arms, I slowly unfolded like a love note read in secret.” — Jill S. Alexander Copy Share Image
