"Playing solitaire is like playing with the devil," he used to say. Why the devil? Why not God? Why won't He play with me? I idiom...I didn't play solitaire but I did play with the devil. Oh. Is that saying just an idiom?

...unexplained connections between people that challenge us to believe. A woman one day finds herself in a secret world. It existed all her life, but she was too shy and timid to venture there until she became an adult. She learns that connections have a whole other meaning as she contemplates who and what defines us both past and present. Along the way, she learns to live and love in both worlds...her secret world and the real world. "I lost my thought." I used to say it all the time. I do not say it anymore because I will never lose my thoughts. I look all around me and I see people....

...he loves me, he loves me not. A daisy. Plucking the petals off one by one to decide my fate with a boy. I think I used to cheat at the game. I could see as I got toward the end of the flower hue...how many I was going to have to plug...pluck to be left with "he loves me." The hue of the flower would be gone, but I wanted my heart to be plugged with his oVe...lOVe. It was a childhood game, but it was important. It was part of the hopes and dreams. The same ones that were thought of as the little dancing ballerina twirled around on her wedding day... Peace and the ending of the first part of...

Which one do you think is my soul mate, she asked me. It is not who you think it is I told her. Then I read her the whole summary I had already written. It sounded like a nice story that anyone would paint for someone they loved, but the thing is, I beli ved everything I was telling her. Her brother and ice-fishing would be the key to helping her find her soul mate. For them to cross paths. It only seemed right because she used to take care of him when he was a little boy. Dress him up in butterscotch plaid pants...

Scribble scrabble. Will be wobble...wibble wobble. Remember the weeble. It never wobbled. Yes it did. It always wobbled. It never fell. No it never fell. Yes it did. It always fell. It never stayed down. That is right... It always got up. It always got up.

Strawberry or chocolate. Or vanilla? One is sweet. One is dark. One is vanilla? You can have them in cones or dishes. You can eat them with spoons or lick them with none. You should always enjoy them no matter what color. You should love the color even if vanilla.

Would you like to come to my dinner? I am having a party. You don't need to bring anything. Just your eyes and ears. There will be enough room for everyone. You won't need to buy a ticket. You can sit wherever you want. You can stay for as long as you like. RL Lane cordially invites you to her party. Come join the party...

A angel. An angel. Angel-A. Not Angel-B or C. She is still here. They do walk the earth you know. A dragonfly and cardinal just flew by. My Mom and aunt had them cross my path. I do not know who send...sent me Angel-A. I just know she was meant to be in my life. And she will help to send me on my way...

"Where is Sri Town?" I asked. "I do not know." I replied. "Is it where the magical falls are?" I asked. "Oh. No, it's not. Those are in Chittinango." I corrected myself. "Well, I am intrigued by the name. I wonder what it means." I thought. "Sri. We already told them the meaning in EcarreT." I said. "I know, but we are missing something about the name..." I insisted. "You can reverse the letters and get Sir." I pointed out. "Sir Town? His town? Whose town?" I asked. "Oh. My soul mate's" I said. "He is coming " I exclaimed.