Sunshine Is Just Beyond The Clouds" Carl

The Death Of A Friendship Was Usually Slow And Insidious, Like The Wearing Away Of A Hillside After Years Of Too Much Rain. A Handful Of Misunderstandings, A Season Of Miscommunication, The Passing Of Time, And Where Once Stood Two Women With A Dozen Years Of Memories And Tears And Conversation And Laughter—where Once Stood Two Women Closer Than Sisters—now Stood Two Strangers.

Her Eyes Held An Endless Kind Of Love For Him.

I'm Probably The Most Loquacious Author When It Comes To My Dedications. The Reason Is There Is Some Symbolism There. I've Been Writing These Books, Bringing These Stories To My Readers Who I Love So Much, And I Have A Greater Love For My Family.

It's Never Too Late With Truth. It Stands Outside Time.

My Parents Used To Say Faith Wasn't Something You Could Pretend About. It Wasn't Real Unless It Looked Like Faith And Acted Like Faith.