I Live In My Own Little World.

I've Written A Lot Of Novels For Teens And Tweens ... But I'd Never Really Tackled The North Carolina Side Of Me. And It's So Strong And So Important, And Yet I Hadn't Acknowledged It. And So One Of The Things I Wanted To Do In "shine" Is Take That On.

Christmas Is Never Over,unless You Want It To Be... Christmas Is A State Of Mind.

Hello Toes," I Say. They're Good Toes. I Like That They're Long And Slender And Not The Slightest Bit Stubby. I Wiggle Them, Ten Unstubby Waves That Say, "and Hello To You, Human Host!" Except They're Toes. I'm Talking To My Toes. Maybe I'm Not Bored... Maybe I'm Lonely?

Zoegirl: Have U Named The Chicks? Snowangel:yes, But I Keep Getting Them Mixed Up. So Now I Call All Of Them "squishy." They're The Collective Squishy. Zoegirl: *r* They Squishy? Snowangel: When You Squeeze Them,yes. But Not In A Yucky Way. Snowangel: They're Growing On Me, The Little Squishies. Altho 1 Of Them Pooped On My Pillow. Zoegirl: U Let Them On Your Bed? Snowangel: They Like It When I Bounce Them.

You Have To Be Nicer To Me," I Said. Again He Laughed. "what? I'm The King Of Nice. What Are You Talking About?" "you Have To Be Nicer To Me Or... Or..." "or What?" He Said. Still Lars, Still Charming And Jokey, But With A Thread Of Fear. It Snaked In And Pierced My Numbness And Almost Broke My Resolve. Almost, But Not Quite. "or I Have Ti Break Up With You." I Whispered What Was There More To Say? Nothing. So I Hung Up.