It is good to cultivate the habit of reading which is of prime importance for complete development of the individual.

London in the 1900’s.

This is from a recent experience of mine. I am sure mothers all over the world will agree with me on this.

A poem about the news. Un poema sobre los diarios.

Chapter 1. The year is 1964 and the time is close to midnight. A brash young reporter for a national newspaper stamps his feet in the cold night air of a churchyard in the Scottish Borders. He is not alone as he listens to a to the chanting of a group of nuns trying to lay the ghost of a young woman buried there.

It’s a milestone I can’t pass up celebrating with my fans.

I love life. I would not change a thing.

A haiku.

Life and adversity.

If only this were to really happen, but it is just my wishful thinking.