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Lona’s spitting out the pieces of her life out of order. How’s a dyslexic like me supposed to write her story and make make sense out of it? Life’s a bitch!
It’s 4:30 in the morning. I can’t sleep. Full paragraphs my new book,Lona, are spinning around on the screen in my head insisting that I get up right now. All I want to do is go back to sleep. So, I get up.
At age 82 I’m so happy with life that I’m scared sh**less that God will take me out before I’m ready to go.