When I first made the decision to move back to California, into the house that I had left behind five long years ago, there were so many emotions to face. How long until the walls closed in on me? Would I be able to stick it out long enough to get my book written?...








Are All Friends Alike?
My father always said that if, at the end of our lives we could honestly say that we had one friend, we would die rich. That the word friend was not one to be used lightly. When I came home from school, and said my new friend this or my new friend that, he’d...
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