The emotion that can break your heart is sometimes the very one that heals it.

I've been burdened by questions I've asked myself a thousand times since the last time we were together. Why did I do it? And would I do it again? It was I, you see, who ended it.

I'm not perfect, either. In the end, it's only God's judgement that matters, and I've learned enough to know that no one can presume to know the will of God.

I know what it's like to be day and night now; always together, forever apart.

How can I describe how much I love you? Is it even possible to describe a love like that? I don’t know, but as I sit here with pen in hand, I know that I have to try.

Youth offers the promise of happiness, but life offers the realities of grief.

I'm writing a new love story, set in eastern North Carolina. Surprise, surprise, huh?