My First Novel Is Loaded With Food

Cynthia Came In Quietly And Set A Cup Of Tea Before Him. He Kissed Her Hand, Inexpressibly Grateful, And She Went Back Into The Kitchen. When We View The Little Things With Thanksgiving, Even They Become Big Things.

In World War One, They Called It Shell Shock. Second Time Around, They Called It Battle Fatigue. After 'nam, It Was Post-traumatic Stress Disorder.

My Grandmother Influenced Me So Deeply.

I Learned Not To Be So Bitterly Defeated When My Fiction Took A Beating From Editors. I Learned In Advertising To Color In The Lines And Have My Work Done On Time And To Make It The Very Best It Could Be.

When We Turn From Our Sin, And Have The Blessed Forgiveness Of The Almighty, Then We Can Ask Him To Run Things, And Let Him Be In Charge.