I think that hurting gives us a way to measure being happy. How can you know one without knowing the other.

I wanted to write about the third world and had the opportunity to go live in the trenches, so to speak.

In truth, how much time do any of us really have?

hanging out the window, Amber blew her a kiss. a lump the size of a fist clogged Heather's throat, while a breeze from th sea pushed her thick hair away from her face. tears trickled unchecked down her cheeks.

Old characters never die, but I do need to take a break from them in order to create new ones.

I think that hurting gives us a way to measure being happy. How can you know one without knowing the other.

I have been through a lot of medical trauma. I was diagnosed with breast cancer .