I don't know what I'm going to do without her ? she was my best and only friend.

She wanted to go somewhere and accomplish things. For her life to be taken is just unfair.

She was so excited to paint each of the kids' bedrooms and her living room. She didn't think anything good was going to happen to her. This was a blessing.

They were jammed under the front seat of the van and a Customs agent saw a paw sticking out.

A novel is like a gland pill - it nips off the cream of my hysterics and gets them running on track in a book where they belong instead of rioting all over my person.

Why would I worry about getting older - what's to moan about?