Life Has Taught Me That To Fly,

I Have Learned That Real Angels Don't Have Gossamer White Robes And Cherubic Skin, They Have Calloused Hands And Smell Of The Days' Sweat.

From Our First Babblings To Our Last Word, We Make But One Statement, And That Is Our Life.

Love Is Never Convenient-and Rarely Painless

At One Time In My Career, Barnes And Noble Bookstores Categorized My Books As Religious Fiction.

If God Came To Save The World, Why Are So Many Of His Professed Followers Intent On Damning It?