...my Heart May Have Been In It

Without Love For My Fellow Man And Respect For Nature, To Me, Life Is An Obscenity.

When I'm Sitting In The Church Alone, I Can Hear Singing Of The Old People. I Can Hear Their Singing And I Can Hear Their Praying, And Sometimes I Hum One Of Their Songs.

I Was Raised By A Lady That Was Crippled All Her Life But She Did Everything For Me And She Raised Me. She Washed Our Clothes, Cooked Our Food, She Did Everything For Us. I Don't Think I Ever Heard Her Complain A Day In Her Life. She Taught Me Responsibility Towards My Brother And Sisters And The Community.

I Try To Write Something That Would Interest Anybody And Keep Them Turning The Page. You Must Have A Plot And Good Storyline.

In All My Stories And Novels, No One Ever Escapes Louisiana. Maybe That Is Because My Soul Never Left Louisiana, Although My Body Did Go To California.