Like my mother, I was always saying, “I'll fix my life one day.” It became clear when I saw her die without fulfilling her dreams that my time was now or maybe never. |
WEDS: A Writer's Wit | F. Scott Fitzgerald
THURS: A Writer's Wit | Barbara Walters
FRI: A Writer's Wit | T. S. Eliot
My Book World | Allan Massie, Dark Summer in Bordeaux

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