Moments are history. If you have enough of them, they become a story.

If a man walks in beauty, he will create, and when he creates, he prospers.

That's when you know for sure somebody loves you. They figure out what you need and they give it to you - without you asking.

My mother was an avid readerShe loved books about romance. Books that took place in faraway places and times. Stories with costumes

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

I loved to read, still do, and it seemed that the writing was a result of the love of books and reading and libraries.

The Wise County Bookmobile is one of the most beautiful sights in the world to me. When I see it lumbering down the mountain road like a tank . . . I flag it down like an old friend. I've waited on this corner every Friday since I can remember. The Bookmobile is just a government truck, but to me it's a glittering royal coach delivering stories and knowledge and life itself. I even love the smell of books. People have often told me that one of their strongest childhood memories is the scent of their grandmother's house. I never knew my grandmothers, but I could always count on the Bookmobile.