The General Market Wants What I Do.

God, Please Now My Future See, Make It Clear Where I Should Be. Open Windows, Close The Doors, Not My Will, My God, But Yours.

Life Is Too Short For Half-hearted Connections And Meaningless Run-throughs.

Real Love Never Fails.

Readers Need To See Themselves Between The Lines Of The Story.

The Death Of A Friendship Was Usually Slow And Insidious, Like The Wearing Away Of A Hillside After Years Of Too Much Rain. A Handful Of Misunderstandings, A Season Of Miscommunication, The Passing Of Time, And Where Once Stood Two Women With A Dozen Years Of Memories And Tears And Conversation And Laughter—where Once Stood Two Women Closer Than Sisters—now Stood Two Strangers.