Let Me Say That I Absolutely Loved

I'd Like You To Know That I Have Forgiven Him. Again And Again. Once Done, Course, Back Comes The Enemy To Persecute And Persecute, And I Must Ante Up To God And Forgive Yet Again.

When The Trees And The Power Lines Crashed Around You, When The Very Roof Gave Way Above You, When The Light Turned To Darkness And Water Turned To Dust, Did You Call On Him? When You Called On Him, Was He Somewhere Up There, Or Was He As Near As Your Very Breath?

Publishing Is, By Its Nature, About Deadlines, And Deadlines Are Toxic.

There's Nothing Trite About Being Consoled In A World That Does Everything In Its Power To Deliver Sorrow.

I've Put Everything I Had And I've Given My Readers 120 Percent, And That's The Truth.