Do you ever dangle your toes over the precipice, dare the cliff to crumble, defy the frozen deity to suffer the sun, thaw feather and bone, take wing to fly you home?

Many readers share their stories with me and if one speaks to me (or if the same theme keeps coming at me), I will research it and decide if it would make a good book. But, straight down to it, people inspire me.

Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness?

God wasn't love, couldn't be love. Because for me, love was a corpse.

One kiss, I was totally hooked.

You can’t walk away from someone you love, leave them drowning in your desertion. If love has no more meaning than that, you can keep it. I don’t want it now or ever again. Don’t want to hear the word or wear its scars.

Life is full of choices. We don't always make good ones.