Another night I dreamed I saw my father sweeping out the barn floor clean and would not suffer the wheat to be brought in the barn. He appeared to me to be in anger.
If they can prove that I am wrong by that time I will give it up to their...
I love each and every one of you but like my own family you thrill you...
It was actually a women's writing group I belonged to in graduate school that gave me the courage to move from poetry to fiction.
