I think living the blessed life is the luck of the draw.

Ours was not a political household, when I was growing up.

For me being depressed means you can spend all day in bed, and still not get a good night's rest.

The small seed of despair cracks open and sends experimental tendrils upward to the fragile skin of calm holding him together.

Writers don't write to inform other people, they write to find out something themselves.

To have a reason to get up in the morning, it is necessary to have some kind of guiding principle. A belief of some kind

I am also working on a couple of short stories for anthologies. This is new to me and Im enjoying it.