My mom was a waitress and my dad was a plumber who worked for the City of San Clemente fixing mains breaks so not too glamorous.
Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief a forlorn hope it is impossible.
Intimacies between women often go backwards beginning in revelations and...
Fantasy is toxic: the private cruelty and the world war both have their start...
Autumn arrives in early morning but spring at the close of a winter day.
I just hope that as I get older, I calm down and enjoy the moment, enjoy...
Hold fast to dreams,For if dreams dieLife is a broken-winged...
My main hope for myself is to be where I am....
My main hope for myself is to be where I am.
