I Turned My Home State Of Florida

All Things Make Sense; You Just Have To Fathom How They Make Sense.

When I Started Writing This, I Found That I Simply Couldn't Take Fantasy Seriously, So It Became Humorous, And Continued From There.

But I Don't Read Or Listen For Pleasure. I Have Too Much Else To Do.

One Thing You Who Had Secure Or Happy Childhoods Should Understand About Those Of Us Who Did Not. We Who Control Our Feelings, Who Avoid Conflicts At All Costs, Or Seem To Seek Them. Who Are Hypersensitive, Self-critical, Compulsive, Workaholic, And Above All Survivors. We Are Not That Way From Perversity, And We Cannot Just Relax And Let It Go. We’ve Learned To Cope In Ways You Never Had To.

Dor Woke Again As Dawn Came. The Sun Had Somehow Gotten Around To The East, Where The Land Was, And Dried Off So That It Could Shine Again.