Hattie.' Grace patted my arm. 'My cows sing better than you do.
Our actions make the fragrance of our lives...Would you smell of plums? Or Vinegar?
It seems the misfortune of one can plow a deeper furrow in the heart than the misfortune of millions.
There should be fireworks at last, when a dream dies.
Well, before writing became all-consuming, I was a quilter, like Hattie and Perilee. I don’t do that anymore, but I do knit, garden and watch the birds in my backyard. I also take lots of walks, do yoga and talk my husband into taking me out to dinner as often as possible.
If I ruled supreme, there would be big problems.