That's my sweetheart in there. I'm not living her. This is my home now. Your mother is my home.

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

Every girl is beautiful. Sometimes it just takes the right guy to see it.

Wandering and confused, lost to myself, ill-assorted, contradictory, Pausing, gazing, bending, and stopping

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

People come, people go – they’ll drift in and out of your life, almost like characters in a favorite book. When you finally close the cover, the characters have told their story and you start up again with another book, complete with new characters and adventures. Then you find yourself focusing on the new ones, not the ones from the past.

I steeled myself to focus only on the present yet remain alert to what might come next.