You Want To Attach Emotionally.

I Like To Tell Young People - You Know One In Four Children Die By Their Own Hands - No Matter How Bad Things Seem, Just Wait A Day, Wait A Week. Life Will Turn Around.

In Truth, I Don't Want To Be There. I Don't Want To See The Light Go Out Of My Brother's Eyes.

I Have Always Been Amazed Guys Read My Books And Seem To Enjoy Them. Because I've Raised Boys, I Like To Think I Can Get Inside A Guy's Mind. I Try And Make The Boys Talk Like Guys, Sound Like Guys And React Like Guys.

What Really Grabs Me Is When A Reader Writes To Express Her Personal Story And How A Book Helped Her Situation, Or Her Acceptance Of A Situation She Can't Change. I Read Some Sad Cases In My Snail And Electronic Mail. I Respond To All I Can, Affirming That They Are The True Heroes Of Life Because They Are Fighting Through Adversity And Surviving.

Hanging Out The Window, Amber Blew Her A Kiss. A Lump The Size Of A Fist Clogged Heather's Throat, While A Breeze From Th Sea Pushed Her Thick Hair Away From Her Face. Tears Trickled Unchecked Down Her Cheeks.