At the moment, I'm enjoying John Grisham quite a bit.
I have these wonderful homes, and no one to share them with.
Not all forms of abuse leave bruises.
There was nothing you couldn't do if you wanted it bad enough, and were willing to work hard enough to get it.
Not everyone is meant to stay forever.
I write about the things that happen to us all. The things that are tough, the things that matter, from a loved one fighting an illness, to losing a job, being betrayed by somebody you trust, all parts of the human condition. No one is exempt from those things.