Artists "immortalize" times in their lives by painting them on canvas. Writers use words to "paint" the images of their lives. Here are a few of my "self-portraits." I hope you enjoy them.

As another year passes, I shed the leaves of time. They drift slowly to the ground where the earth will recycle them into useful mulch that will nourish my tree through the winter of my life.

At our first meeting, your kind, gentle mannerisms intrigued me. My soul longed for more. Time has brought us closer and my casual interest has become deliberate desire. I relinquish my heart and soul to you. Do with them as you will. I have no fear. The tenderness in your eyes soothes me.

B4. That's all I needed. One number and the Jackpot would be mine. I was so close. My heart pounded. The ping pong ball entered the chute. The caller took it out. "The number is B4...." I opened my mouth to shout, just as the caller said, "...teen." My heart stopped.

NOW PLAYING: "Truly, Madly, Deeply" Click on the button with the square to turn off the sound.

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