She had tricked him. She had made him leave his old self behind and come into her world, and then before he was really at home in it but too late to go back, she had left him stranded there--like an astronaut wandering about on the moon. Alone.

As I look back on what I have written, I can see that the very persons who have taken away my time are those who have given me something to say.

I was behaving, just like I promised, but fate intervened.

We all learn here by the honorable path of horrible mistakes.

Lord, let me heed the angels you put in my path.

You don't have to fight dragons to write books. You just have to live deeply the life you've been given.

Punch after punch after punch. February is a mean bully. Nothing could be worse - except August.