People drift apart like fissures in the earth, and marriages and long-term friendships fall through the cracks and disappear. Except for in our hearts. They stay there forever, quaking and throbbing and reminding us of the fragility of life. Then little sprigs of apple green shoot up through the cracks and we remember to live again. I hope that the humor and lessons and growth that have come out of my own losses will spread like wild mint to your heart and bring fresh fragrance to your life.