Sorry, No Conprendo I Don't Speak Loser.

It Was An Image Melody Would Never Forget. Or Was It The Emotions The Image Conjured - Hope, Excitement, And Fear Of The Unknown, All Three Tightly Braided Together, Creating A Fourth Emotion That Was Impossible To Define. She Was Getting A Second Chance At Happiness And It Tickled Like Swallowing Fifty Fuzzy Caterpillars.

She Didn't Mind A Little Rain. At Least No One Would See Her Cry.

We're Doing The Twyla, Not Twilight, So Stop Sucking!

I Like Writing About The Issues We All Bump Up Against As We Get Older, But I Try To Present Them In A Fun Way.

Truth Is Beauty