Surely there were others like me, born without an inkling of direction. The wanderers, the amblers, the dabblers, united by our purposeless mantra-I have no idea what to do with my life.

— Suzanne Selfors, from book Coffeehouse Angel

• I Am Not The Whiskey You Want
• Life Is Too Short To Wake Up With Regrets
• Make Love Your Lodestar
• There Is An Ocean Of Silence Between Us… And I Am Drowning In It
• A Week Is More Than Enough Time For Us To Decide Whether Or Not To Accept Our Destiny