Our Stories Are The Tellers Of Us.

However Long The Moon Disappears, Someday It Must Shine Again.

Our Own Personal Brand Of Courage - In Relationships, In Conflict, In Our Principles ­ - Is As Unique As Our Fingerprints.

They Say That In The Hour Before An Earthquake The Clouds Hang Leaden In The Sky, The Winds Slows To A Hot Breath, And The Birds Fall Quiet In The Trees Of The Town Square. Yes But These Are The Same Portents That Precede Lunchtime, Frankly.

If I Can't Write It Would Be As If I Died.

That Is How We Lived, Happily And Without Hope. I Was Very Young Then, And I Did Not Miss Having A Future Because I Did Not Know I Was Entitled To One.