I Live In A Village Where People

Easter Is Never Deserved.

The Significant, Life-forming Times Are The Dull, In-between Times.

Let's Just Say That I Was Raised By My Grandparents.

In World War One, They Called It Shell Shock. Second Time Around, They Called It Battle Fatigue. After 'nam, It Was Post-traumatic Stress Disorder.

Love Is An Endless Act Of Forgiveness.