Margie Ann WrightAs a woman of a certain age and of the south, I often find my self in my front porch swing entertaining a ghost or two who made my life delicious when I was young and stupid and in my prime. If you think you see yourself hidden somewhere between the ines, you are probably right. For I have loved many and always with a reckless abandon that left me tossed brutally against the rocky shore of life. And every time, love has dragged me out to sea only to wash me back up on shore so I can love again. That is as it should be for I am always drawn to love like the tide is drawn by the moon. And if you are between these lines, you did indeed draw me like moon draws water and I am thrilled you have joined me for a memory. Read More Read Less