When I look back down the last several years, I’ve been encouraged to write, to improve by many voices, but none has been more transparent, more dear to me, than those of my family.
These writings are romantic fiction, ideas of love, romance, and the quest to understand the dealings of the heart.
I treasure no possessions. If my life has any value, it is only in the appreciation others have for me. If they love me, like me, wish me well, then my life is rich enough. Writing came late. Perhaps it came at the right time. Maybe it’s still too early.
I invite you to grow with me, read as I write, and we shall share this journey together.