Bottom Line, Wasn’t Life Itself A Special

One Of The Things That Makes A Dead Leaf Fall To The Ground Is The Bud Of The New Leaf That Pushes It Off The Limb.

I Live In A Village Where People Still Care About Each Other, Largely.

I Have Raced Against The Clock Since I Went Into Advertising At The Age Of Eighteen.

My First Novel Is Loaded With Food References Largely Because My Cupboards Were Bare, And I Was Writing Hungry.

Lord, Make Me A Blessing To Someone Today