Having had 20 books published and an equal number in process, people ask where I get my ideas from. These questions spurned the idea to...

The Great Sculptor sees the beauty within the stone, the gorgeous shape he is undressing with his chip, chip, chipping. We see a craggy,...

Dear Friend, You may have forgotten that you have forgotten me; that I exist. That forgetfulness, my friend, is born of FEAR – Feverish...