A Library Is The Door To Many

When I Read Good Stories, I Want To Write Good Stories Too.

I Once Fell 20 Feet From A Tree, Was Knocked Unconscious, And When I Picked Myself Up And Straggled Home, My Parents Thought I Was Making It Up. However, When My Brother And I Fabricated A Story About An Encounter With A Bear, They Believed That! So Maybe I Learned Very Early On That Fiction Was More Interesting To Listeners!

It Seems To Me That We Can’t Explain All The Truly Awful Things In The World Like War And Murder And Brain Tumors, And We Can’t Fix These Things, So We Look At The Frightening Things That Are Closer To Us And We Magnify Them Until They Burst Open. Inside Is Something That We Can Manage, Something That Isn’t As Awful As It Had A First Seemed. It Is A Relief To Discover That Although There Might Be Axe Murderers And Kidnappers In The World, Most People Seem A Lot Like Us: Sometimes Afraid And Sometimes Brave, Sometimes Cruel And Sometimes Kind.

I Am Drawn To The Ways In Which We Are Shaped By People And By Place.

So Much Depends Upon A Blue Car Splattered With Mud Speeding Down The Road.