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| Dad in Deauville, France. |
Tomorrow is Father’s Day.
Today would have been my father’s birthday. If he was still around. But
he's been gone many years ago.
On this particular weekend, I remember him fondly.
When I told him, I, too, wanted a poem, he read those he’d
written especially for me. At six, I was so proud to show my whole class two of
my very own poems. Except my friends didn’t understand the words. I didn’t
either, but I loved their sound. Almost like music.
As I grew up, I admired him so much and wanted to write like him, but he insisted I should go into a scientific career. After my early retirement as a chemist, I gave in to my love of writing romance. I inherited from Dad his
love of books, his writing talent, and his ability to read fast. 
If you like to travel and love to read, come and
enjoy my international romances. I will take you around the world through stories that simmer
with emotion and sizzle with passion.
