I Started Writing Stories In My Spare

Ethel Said: "lloyd, There's Someone Here You May Remember-" Daisy Could Not Restrain Herself. She Ran To Lloyd And Threw Herself Into His Arms. She Hugged Him. She Looked Into His Green Eyes, Then Kissed His Brown Cheeks And His Broken Nose And Then His Mouth. "i Love You, Lloyd," She Sad Madly. "i Love You, I Love You, I Love You." "i Love You, Too, Daisy," He Said. Behind Her, Daisy Heard Ethel's Wry Voice. "you Do Remember, I See.

The Most Expensive Part Of Building Is The Mistakes.

It Was An Odd Thing To Do, To Stand In A Street In The Hope Of Seeing Someone Who Hardly Knew Him, But He Did Not Want To Move.

Having Faith In God Did Not Mean Sitting Back And Doing Nothing. It Meant Believing You Would Find Success If You Did Your Best Honestly And Energetically.

I Like To Create Imaginary Characters And Events Around A Real Historical Situation. I Want Readers To Feel: Ok, This Probably Didn't Happen, But It Might Have.