From under the warm, clumpy quilt, I’m awoken before dawn’s first blush, By birds’ twittering; thunder growling; The wind wailing through the pine trees; And flashes of lightning over the hill top. But, under it all, the stillness and serenity
Finding Common Ground
I have often been asked (by would-be readers, of course) what my books are about. At the same time, those who have read my books have told me that none of my books are the same – that they are