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Hello to all my friends here. Today, Viviane Brentanos was Interviewed. Please Come on over to my Group "AUTHOR INTERVIEWS" and leave Viviane a comment. As authors, including myself, Please let's show our support. This is an Exciting stepping-stone after so much hard work. Finally! a moment of glory, recognition, and enjoyment! Thank you my friends, and Happy Monday! This is one way to make Monday Happy! LOL! I know how much we All Love Monday! LOL! Thank you! PromoGeri

Today's Interview with our very own Miss. Mae is posted! She is not only a Talented Author, but a beautiful Friend to all of us here at WRDF! Please show our Support as Authors by visiting, making friends, and commenting. She inspired me to become motivated, and energized my batteries by lighting up WRDF with my Fave Music...Oh yes! "Those oldies, but goodies!" LOL! Now, I visit here, and I'm a hopin, and a Bobin to Babyboomer Ole time favorites! I say..."Groovy" showing my Peace sign, while ye… Continue

A LONELY SOLDIER'S LULLABY The illuminated sky became obscured when night had fallen. The lonely soldier hid in darkness in a musty hole of dirt where his frightened voice lingered on. "Free me from this misery, his buddy heard him calling." Every night after gray clouds rolled by, the lonely soldier sang his humble lullaby. But, no one could see the tears in his eyes when the soldier began to cry. Once a happy man was he, just like you, and just like me. A man who had a life before Vietnam wit… Continue

I just posted Today's Interview with our very own "Evie Alexis." It is an Honor, and with Great Pleasure to post this Interview at WRDF. As an Author, I know the hard work it takes to get that book Published. I know the hard work it takes to get Promotions on a Roll. I know "Promotions" is for a Lifetime! By the time an Author actually has the opportunity to be Reviewed, or Interviewed, I cannot express the Moment of Glory. Can you imagine what Results we'd see if we All Support one-another! Whe… Continue

HER MAJESTY A prism of lighted color does exist, an unalloyed flush of escapes, exposing the night's mischief. This prism of superstition brings me back to a time long ago when I viewed through a desert dust, the Majesty of a southwest sunrise. The provider of warmth, and brillance of sight and emotion, with its blinding eminence of candor, fetters my memory as it guides me back. Its beauty was a wonderment! I remember, how the sun's rising looked like a gold pocket watch my Dad once had. I wil… Continue