It's Not How We Fall That Defines

My Parents Used To Say Faith Wasn't Something You Could Pretend About. It Wasn't Real Unless It Looked Like Faith And Acted Like Faith.

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.

My Characters Are Not Plastic.

Sunshine Is Just Beyond The Clouds" Carl Joesph Gunner

The Way Of A Fool Seems Right To Him, But A Wise Man Listens To Advice.