It’s Not Easy Remembering The Good Times.

She Was Tired Of Hugging Pillows, Counting On Blankets For Warmth, And Reliving Romantic Moments Only In Her Dreams. She Was Tired Of Hoping That Every Day Would Hurry So She Could Get On To The Next. Hoping That It Would Be A Better Day, An Easier Day. But It Never Was. Worked, Paid The Bills, And Went To Bed But Never Slept. Each Morning The Weight On Her Shoulders Got Heavier And Heavier And Each Morning She Wished For Night To Fall Quickly So She Could Return To Her Bed To Hug Her Pillows And Wrap Herself In The Warmth Of Her Blankets.

I Always Pushed Myself. Whenever I Felt I Needed To Stop, I Made Myself Run Faster.

Whenever I Go To Germany I Find That My Readers Have T-shirts With My Book Covers Printed On Them. They Come To All The Events, They Have Gifts And They Come With Their Families. They Are Always Very Open To Sharing Their Personal Stories.

Empty Words Almost Echo Within Themselves

Nobody Can Pretend To Know What People Want To Read Or Hear Or See. People Rarely Know It Themselves; They Only Know It After The Fact.