I grew up with the luxury of having lots of books at home. I could read about everything imaginable. My father couldn’t pass a bookstore without walking in. He forbade us from looking into some of them though. These were pictures books, with shocking images of war, hidden somewhere on the top shelves. Hiroshima, people… Continue reading Pandora’s Box
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Walking Up To The Inner Garden
I like her a lot, this author of ours. Not only is she a beautiful blonde woman, but she has character. Her blue eyes smile while her sharp tongue never ceases to comment on the world around her. She’s street-smart and I admire her bold attitude. Her mind racing around like a young cat, jumping… Continue reading Walking Up To The Inner Garden
