For some of us love comes into the room, kicks her shoes off, finds the most comfortable sofa, and lies down, rests, has no intention of going anywhere. For others love walks in smoking a cigarette, checking her watch every two seconds, jittery, with one hand on the doorknob, heart rate up, always in sprinter’s position, ready to run.

it takes as long as three generations of hard work, three generations of sacrifice to correct the wrong!

wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to temptation!

safety and love are both illusions!

As a writer, I challenge myself not to tell the same story - to tackle different characters with different issues.

not all thoughts have to become words!

we shed the skins of who we used to be!