The Smells Of Christmas Are The Smells

People Are Looking For Inspiration, And My Books Are Sometimes The Vehicles Of What People Are Looking For.

There Are People Who Come Into Our Lives As Welcome As A Cool Breeze In Summer- And Last About As Long.

I Am A Believer In Angels, Though Not The Picture-book Kind With Wings And Harps. Such Angelic Accoutrements Seem As Nonsensical To Me As Devils Sporting Horns And Carrying Pitchforks. To Me, Angel Wings Are Merely Symbolic Of Their Role As Divine Messengers.

In Your Hurry To Keep Christmas, You Have Forgotten Christmas. The Truest Gift Of Christmas Is The Gift Of Self.

In The End, We All Lose It. Remember That. In The End, We Own Nothing.