Beware the things of this world that can mean everything or nothing.

A good mother is irreplaceable.

Love has a funny way of showing up when you aren't looking for it and didn't plan on it.

Everything has to be clean and orderly when I sit down to write. I have candles going, and small objects that remind me of what I am working on, or bring me into the world of the character.

But what Mom never told me is that along the way, you find sisters, and they find you. Girls are cool that way.

Art makes the spirit soar. And when the spirit is lifted, life follows.

I will probably always cry myself to sleep, but knowing this, someday the tears won't be sad, or filled with regret. Maybe they will be joyful