Sometimes Its Not The Strength But Gentleness

. . .and Every Native Has A Story Of Winter – Stories That Usually Begin, You Call This A Storm? And Grow In The Telling Like Battle Tales Shared By Graying War Veterans. It’s A Peculiar Character Flaw To Those Of Us From Cold Climates That We Feel Superior To Those Who Have The Sense To Live Elsewhere.

I Suppose I Have An Active Imagination, And Writing Allows Me To Live It Out.

The Thing Is, The Only Real Sign Of Life Is Growth. And Growth Requires Pain. So To Choose Life Is To Accept Pain.

I Am Facing The Most Difficult Thing Of My Life, My Own Greatest Failure.

The Sweetness Of Reunion Is The Joy Of Heaven.