During my final days on earth, I want people to know that I hated poison ivy and loved peonies.

That I loved anything—or anyone—who could make me laugh.

That I hated cruelty.

What my husband calls "unnecessary roughness."

Borrowed from football.

Useful for almost everything.

Don't hurt people more than the moment requires.

The older I get, the more I think that's a decent definition of kindness.