A. Here's what I put in my high school yearbook, and I do believe it's what I'd still put today: Walk slowly; all you can ever come to is yourself.
A. Perfect happiness would be that first and only small cup of coffee, made with my camping drip filter into a mug I bought in Mexico (and which probably contains lead, something I prefer not to think about), into which I add a dollop of heavy whipping cream, and sitting in the dark in front of my Christmas tree conjuring the faces of the people I most love in the world. Since that describes my early morning today, I guess I was perfectly happy around 4:30 a.m. today.
A. Kindness, integrity and humor.
A. Regrets are a waste of time. (That doesn't mean I don't have any.)
A. Long-Limbed Girl, by Nick Lowe. Hey Ya, by Outkast. Amazing Grace. If You Want Me, by Marketa Irglova. Prelude in E Minor, Chopin. Johnny Cash's cover of The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face. (That's six, you say? Hang on, I have 827 more to go.)