Thoughts Are Odd Misfires.

He Was Pushing Fifty, With A Face Life Had Chewed On, And Long Wisps Of Graying Hair Parted Low On One Side And Combed Over His Balding Pate.

Survival My Only Hope. Success My Only Revenge

When I Was In Second Grade, My Mother Moved From Miami To This Evangelical Conservative Environment In Western North Carolina, Two Miles Down The Road From Billy Graham And His Wife, Ruth.

My Friends Call Me Miss Worst Case Scenario.

If Everybody, Every Day, Would Try To Do One Thing That Pulls Them Beyond Themselves The World Will Start Being A Better Place.