My Characters Are Not Plastic.

I Tell Of Hearts And Souls And Dances... Butterflies And Second Chances; Desperate Ones And Dreamers Bound, Seeking Life From Barren Ground, Who Suffer On In Earthly Fate The Bitter Pain Of Agony Hate, Might But They Stop And Here Forgive Would Break The Bonds To Breathe And Live And Find That God In Goodness Brings A Chance For Change, The Hope Of Wings To Rest In Him, And Self To Die And So Become A Butterfly.

Christmas Is ... A Time To Mark Our Progress Through This Earthly Journey. Every December We Can Look Back And Marvel At The Designs Of God And Realize How Very Little We Are In Control Of The Events That Shaped The Past Year. Then, With Hearts Full, Look To The Celebration Of That Silent, Holy Night, And All Its Certainty. Because Of Christmas, This We Know: Christ Was Born For Us. He Is Love, And The Plans He Has For Us Always Surpass Those Of Our Own.

I'm Probably The Most Loquacious Author When It Comes To My Dedications. The Reason Is There Is Some Symbolism There. I've Been Writing These Books, Bringing These Stories To My Readers Who I Love So Much, And I Have A Greater Love For My Family.

The More Bad Choices You Make, The Less Bad Your Choices Seem.

God Stays Awake All The Time. In Case We Need To Talk To Him About Something.