Because That's What Heaven Is...it's Opening The

There Was Something In The Pages Of These Books That Had The Power To Make Him Feel Better About Things, A Life Raft To Cling To Before The Dark Currents Of Memory Washed Him Downstream Again, And On Brighter Days, He Could Even See Himself Going On This Way For Some Time. A Small But Passable Life. And Then, Of Course, The End Of The World Happened.

The World Was A World Of Dreaming Souls Who Could Not Die.

I'm An Ecumenical Reader, Grew Up With All Sorts Of Fiction, Teach Writing, Went To The Iowa Writers' Workshop, So My Tastes And Interests Are Broad.

Behind Every Writer Stands A Very Large Bookshelf.

I Grew Up During The Cold War, When Everything Seemed Very Tenuous. For Many Years, Right Up Until The Fall Of The Berlin Wall, I Had Vivid Nightmares Of Nuclear Apocalypse.