To whomever is reading this: I am in love with life, we have a very on and off relationship. I write about my strange sometimes unrequited love affair. But it's alright. It keeps me smiling, more often than it makes me cry. Maybe I just have a lot thicker skin. Or too cynical to back off. My short stories are made within that 24 hour window. Once it hits midnight...the magic is gone and the story is just a pumpkin. Love always, AiAi