I breathe deeply, taking in the fresh spring air. Though Beaufort has changed and I have changed, the air itself has not. It’s still the air of my childhood, the air of my seventeenth year, and when I finally exhale, I’m fifty-seven once more. But this is okay. I smile slightly, looking towards the sky, knowing there’s one thing I haven’t told you: I now believe, by the way, that miracles can happen.

The next time you're mad at me, talk to me,' he said. 'Don't shut me out. I don't like playing games. And by the way, I had a great time, too.

Everyone has a past, but that's just it--it's in the past. You can learn from it, but you can't change it.

It has to get ugly before it gets pretty!

Working on the plot/story idea for my next novel ... It always takes time.

A surprise trigonometry quiz that everyone in class fails? Must be in the Lord’s plan to give us challenges.

I have a crush on your mind, I fell for your personality and your looks are just a big bonus.