Love Is Music, And Sex Is Only

I Like Historical Fiction. I Fell In Love With New Orleans The First Time I Visited It. And I Wanted To Place A Story In New Orleans.

She Was Considered Timid And Morose. Only In The Country, Her Skin Tanned By The Sun And Her Belly Full Of Ripe Fruit, Running Through The Fields With Pedro Tercero, Was She Smiling And Happy. Her Mother Said That That Was The Real Blanca, And That The Other One, The One Back In The City, Was A Blanca In Hibernation.

Everyone In His Place And A Place For Everyone.

The Writer Of Good Will Carries A Lamp To Illuminate The Dark Corners.

Today's Girls Are Tomorrow's Women - And Leaders.