“ Excerpt from "The Trees in Winter" I’m old now and tired. Dried up and brittle. My hands are like clumsy crooked twigs hanging from my stick figure wrists. My body doesn’t work like it used to, and what goes… — D.E. Sievers Copy Share Image
“Sincerity charged her every word like a bombshell that she launched in numbers amounting to a blitzkrieg he was powerless to withstand. She blew… — D.E. Sievers Copy Share Image
“Half full or half empty, just be thankful if your glass has anything in it at all.” — D.E. Sievers Copy Share Image
“When he thought of all he’d seen, done and experienced in his life, all he’d gained, lost, desired and agonized over, he found it… — D.E. Sievers Copy Share Image
“They remained in bed through the evening and it was as good as it had ever been if not better. Uninhibited sounds of pleasure… — D.E. Sievers Copy Share Image
“We praise the virtues of beauty and truth, when in fact we esteem them only to the extent they are convenient and beneficial to… — D.E. Sievers Copy Share Image
“ Excerpt from "The Trees in Winter" I’m old now and tired. Dried up and brittle. My hands are like clumsy crooked twigs hanging… — D.E. Sievers Copy Share Image
