God Grows Fragrant Flowers Of Hope In

Love Happens When People Forgive.

Readers Need To See Themselves Between The Lines Of The Story.

I Write About The Trials And Triumphs Of Contemporary Life - And Often The Readers See Themselves Between The Lines Of The Story.

The Death Of A Friendship Was Usually Slow And Insidious, Like The Wearing Away Of A Hillside After Years Of Too Much Rain. A Handful Of Misunderstandings, A Season Of Miscommunication, The Passing Of Time, And Where Once Stood Two Women With A Dozen Years Of Memories And Tears And Conversation And Laughter—where Once Stood Two Women Closer Than Sisters—now Stood Two Strangers.

This Last Year... I Learned Something About Family. Like It's Not About Blood Alone. It's Being Connected... It's Growing Up Together And Loving Each Other. It's Believing In The Same God And Knowing You'd Do Anything For The Person Across From You At Dinner.