So Many People Don't Know

I Remember The First Time I Held My Book, My First Book In My Hands. I Cannot Tell You How It Moved Me.

...weary Of K Knowing Too Much And Understanding Too Little.

Writing Is A Way Of Processing Our Lives. And It Can Be A Way Of Healing.

There's Nothing Trite About Being Consoled In A World That Does Everything In Its Power To Deliver Sorrow.

The Standing Fields [ready To Harvest]were The Legions Who Hadn't Filled Their God-vacuum With The One Who Was Born To Fill It; The Standing Fields Were Those Who Waited For Someone To Reach Out And Speak The Truth, And Tell Them How They Might Be Saved.