“I hold the door to the post office open for a weathered man in a wheelchair. He is gracious, thanking me. One leg is missing, and just as I notice this, I see the sticker on the back of his… — Alice J. Wisler Copy Share
“When life gives you a perfect afternoon, you have to guard against anything that tries to steal it away.” — Alice J. Wisler Copy Share Image
“I hold the door to the post office open for a weathered man in a wheelchair. He is gracious, thanking me. One leg is missing, and just as I notice this, I see the sticker on the back of his chair: VIETNAM VETS. My thoughts jumble as an ache brews in my heart. I think of war and how it… — Alice J. Wisler Copy Share
“I buy an ice-cream sandwich at the Stop-N-Go on my way home. The taste takes me back to childhood. Back when life was dreaming about things to come and believing that if you really wanted something bad enough, it could and would be yours. I remember praying for a bike for Christmas, and there it was. We prayed for Minnie's… — Alice J. Wisler Copy Share
“Sometimes a person cannot continue to keep her emotions inside, letting them silently brush against her heart like waves on the shore. Sometimes there's… — Alice J. Wisler Copy Share Image
“You can't go back. What's done is done. Unrequited love is never easy. Time heals all wounds. I kept repeating such cliches to myself,… — Alice J. Wisler Copy Share Image
“And as the room grows dark, I wonder at how we humans are born to pain, experience it constantly, and yet never learn the… — Alice J. Wisler Copy Share Image
“I lean back in my chair and turn on my computer. I have to admit that writing the list did help. Another point for… — Alice J. Wisler Copy Share Image
“I spoke to God. God heard me. Sometimes that is all I need to know.” — Alice J. Wisler Copy Share Image
“And most of all we smile at each other as if we can't believe how happy we feel just being together just breathing in… — Alice J. Wisler Copy Share Image
“I really wanted to get into this art school about two years before I started working at the Grille. I applied and waited. But… — Alice J. Wisler Copy Share Image
