Celebrate While You Can

I Haven't Any Formal Schedule, But I Love To Write In The Morning, Before Breakfast. Sometimes The Writing Goes So Smoothly That I Don't Take A Break For Many Hours - And Consequently Have Breakfast At Two Or Three In The Afternoon On Good Days.

Her Visits To Her Former Hometown Were Infrequent And Often Painful. Pilgrimages Fueled By The Tepid Oxygen Of Family Duty, Unease, Guilt. The More Esther Loved Her Parents, The More Helpless She Felt, As They Aged, To Protect Them From Harm. A Moral Coward, She Kept Her Distance.

Was It Confusing Because It Was Artistic, Or Artistic Because It Was Confusing?

I Used To Think Getting Old Was About Vanity But Actually It's About Losing People You Love.

I Was Brought Up To Be Sympathetic Toward Others.