We begin this life as solitary creatures. We begin in a womb and return to dust. Throughout our life we branch out as if we are a tree. The branches seek the sunshine of love and extend out to touch f...Read More
I have come to the conclusion that there are three kinds of people in the world. Those who value stuff and consume their lives with material possessions and those who value people and spend their time...Read More
To love a writer is to love someone who seeks solitude more than companionship. To entice a writer to love you, you must have the elusive quality of mystery. For a story which has not yet been read is...Read More