I know I can't change the past. Not my mistakes or the mistakes of others. But I can begin by changing me.
Sunflowers for Sarita is a fast-paced, high caliber romantic suspense. I couldn't stop reading!
This dog had shown more courage than I. This great, powerful, beautiful dog was willing to take a chance on me - a broken, depressed, lonely Marine.
A mother was only as happy as her most unhappy child.
Not so heartbreaking. So it was with me after Tom’s death. In retrospect, I look at myself and my friends and I think that some of us are offered early warnings. The death of a loved one, a serious il...
Friends come and go. But through the thick and thin, the good and bad, you can only ever count on your family. That's the heart of it. Family.
We can only do what we can live with.
And, too, there was that delightful freshness of mist and dewy grass that lingered like spirits at dawn. Marietta
She never wanted to hurt anyone’s feelings. But in the end, she hurt herself.
She had to learn this painful lesson. And quickly. If you let it, grief could swallow you whole.
It was the very image of innocence. I wanted to remember this moment always, to look at it when I needed something good to hold on to.
I thought of my mother and her wise advice. She'd always been there for me. Even when I was at my worst. She made me want to be a better son.
To feel nature as a child is much more important than just being able to list names of birds, or plants or animals. That kind of heart isn’t something you can teach a child in books.
The tree had become our unspoken symbol of that important Christmas when we had all dug deep and fought for one another--for our survival. For our family. For our happiness. And in the process, discov...
Spring was in the air—ripe, verdant, full of promise. And with the spring came the rush and clamor of weddings. Marietta
Sometimes people get angry and do things they shouldn't. Things they regret.
Power isn’t telling someone what to do, she told herself. Strength isn’t having the upper hand. Nobility and grace are revealed in the manner in which love is given.
Money and emotion were never a good combination.
The pain eased. Welcome to the club.
All stories come to an end. That moment when we sigh and close the book, perhaps sit back in our chair and rest our palm over the cover, is met with quixotic emotions. On the one hand, we’re satisfied...