No Matter Where You Live, The Biggest

Kids Chase The Love That Eludes Them, And For Me, That Was My Father's Love. He Kept It Tucked Away, Like Papers In A Briefcase. And I Kept Trying To Get In There.

Hello, Edward. I've Been Waiting For You.

So Many Times I Feel I'm Using The Same Words Over And Over, Like A Woman Wearing The Same Dress Every Day. So Boring!

This Is A Story About A Man Named Eddie And It Begins At The End, With Eddie Dying In The Sun.

Critics Have A Problem With Sentimentality. Readers Do Not. I Write For Readers.