Personal Message link to Chapters of my novel, "To Dance with Ugly People.
this is for mothers everywhere just a word of thanks i actually wrote this for mothers day but im sure it applies to most occasions
When the years of joy and pleasures have diminished, poor health begins to follow us into the elderly homes
Think back to your young days at school. I can remember everyone in my class and everyone in that class had his or her own personality. I can never remember who had the best clothes or the best shoes, or if their families had cars or not. All I remember were thirty two little peopl...