Mama Was Crying, And The Rain Made

It's A Funny Thing About Names, How They Become A Part Of Someone.

Sometimes I Wish They'd Ask For My Wisdom More Often - There Are So Many Things I Could Tell Them; Things I Wish They Would Change. But They Don't Want Change. Life Here Is So Orderly, So Predictable - So Painless. It's What They've Chosen.

Every 'no' Means You Are That Much Closer To A 'yes.

There Is Something About That Moment, When Literature Becomes Accessible, And A Door Of The World Opens.

What If They Were Allowed To Choose Their Own Mate? And Chose Wrong?