February Is Just Plain Malicious. It Knows

Reading Can Be A Road To Freedom Or A Key To A Secret Garden, Which, If Tended, Will Transform All Of Life.

Thus, In A Real Sense, I Am Constantly Writing Autobiography, But I Have To Turn It Into Fiction In Order To Give It Credibility.

We Do Have Trouble Dealing With Death, But It's The One Thing That Is Guaranteed We Are All Going To Have To Do, And We Are Going To Have To Face It Many Times Before We Die Ourselves.

You Think It's So Great To Die And Make Everyone Cry And Carry On. Well It Ain't.

When My Husband Died, People Kept Telling Me Not To Cry. People Kept Trying To Help Me To Forget. But I Didn't Want To Forget. [...] So I Realize, That If It's Hard For Me, How Much Harder It Must Be For You.