My Wife Is My In-home Editor And

She Would Never Leave Her Mark On Mammy's Heart The Way Her Brothers Had, Because Mammy's Heart Was Like A Pallid Beach Where Laila's Footprints Would Forever Wash Away Beneath The Waves Of Sorrow That Swelled And Crashed, Swelled And Crashed.

It Turned Out That, Like Satan, Cancer Had Many Names.

Children Aren't Coloring Books. You Don't Get To Fill Them With Your Favorite Colors.

Attention Shifted To Him Like Sunflowers Turning To The Sun.

I Don't Know The Nuts And Bolts Of Writing. I Studied Medicine. I Was A Pre-med Nerd. So Everything I Learned, I Know About Writing Is Very Instinctive.