To lose one’s name is the beginning of forgetting.

October proved a riot a riot to the senses and climaxed those giddy last weeks before Halloween.

Love makes us do wicked things.

Between the covers, a book can be a sin.

I am gone and am not coming back, but I remember everything.

Allure goes beyond appearances to the way they grace the world. Some women propel themselves by means of an internal gyroscope. Others glide through life as if on ice skates. Some women convey their tortured lives through their eyes others encircle you in the music of their laughter.