I Love Meeting My Readers

When I'm With You, Bells Go Off In My Head Like A Moving Truck That's Backing Up.

Maybe Mothers - Consciously Or Subconsciously - Repelled Their Daughters In Different Ways.

Sometimes I Think The Human Heart Is Just A Simple Shelf. There Is Only So Much You Can Pile Onto It Before Something Falls Off An Edge And You Are Left To Pick Up The Pieces.

Frankly, I Wonder Who Frank Was, And Why He Has An Adverb All To Himself.

There Are Two Ways To Be Happy: Improve Your Reality, Or Lower Your Expectations.