People Who Say Its A Long Story,

Once Again, I Don’t Quite Know Where I’m Headed Steph. It Seems That Every Few Years I’m Shoveling Up The Pieces Of My Life And Starting From Scratch All Over. No Matter What I Do Or How Hard I Try I Can’t Seem To Reach The Dizzy Heights Of Happiness, Success, And Security, Like So Many People Do. And I’m Not Talking About Becoming A Millionaire And Living Happily Ever After. I Just Mean Reaching A Point In My Life That I Can Stop What I’m Doing, Take A Look Around Me, Breathe A Sigh Of Relief, And Think “i’m Where I Want To Be Now.

Time Cannot Be Packaged And Ribboned And Left Under Trees For Christmas Morning.time Can't Be Given.but It Can Be Shared

Life... It's A Great And Terrible And Short And Endless Thing. None Of Us Come Out Of It Alive.

We Have A Long Way To Go To Being The Perfect Couple, We Certainly Don’t Live The Fairy Tale Marriage, He Doesn’t Shower Me With Rose Petals And Fly Me To Paris On Weekends But When I Get My Hair Cut, He Notices. When I Dress Up To Go Out At Night, He Compliments Me. When I Cry, He Wipes My Tears. When I Feel Lonely, He Makes Me Feel Loved. And Who Needs Paris, When You Can Get A Hug?

I Would Love To Write A Mystery - A Romantic, Funny Mystery.