Selected Extracts
A handful of quiet lines.
A few moments lifted from the collection, to be read slowly, one at a time, the way they were written.
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Sometimes tender, sometimes mischievous, always true.
Writing from a lifetime of real experience.
The street we played our games in, was our playground, and we didn't care.
The things that were once so precious are nowhere to be found.
Still we have each other, two lifetimes shared as one.
The songs he sang are within my heart and forever they will stay.
It was heaven for our gang and me.
Old age creeps upon you just like a thief in the night.
That was the day I lost Christie twice.