My Memory Of My Home

I Once Got A Huge, Expensive Flower Arrangement From A Person I Didn't Like, Who Sent It Out Of Pure Guilt. It Had A Hideous Bird-of-paradise In The Middle, And I Thought It Would Never Fade And Die. I Hated It.

It Was So Silly To Try To Define Things By Words. What Did One Person Mean By Infatuation Or Obsession And Another Mean By Love. The Whole Thing Couldn't Be Tidied Away With Neat Little Labels." - Lena Gray

An English Journalist Called Michael Viney Told Me When I Was 25, That I Would Write Well If I Cared A Lot What I Was Writing About. That Worked. I Went Home That Day And Wrote About Parents Not Understanding Their Children As Well As We Teachers Did, And It Was Published The Very Next Week.

Never Mind Money; The Gifts Of Time And Skill Call Into Being The Richest Marketplace In The World.

If You Woke Up Each Morning, And Immediately Dwelt On Your Ills, What Sort Of A Day Could You Look Forward To?