Everyone Should Get Dirt On His Hands

... Urban Friends Ask Me How I Can Stand Living Here, 'so Far From Everything?' When I Hear This Question Over The Phone, I'm Usually Looking Out The Window At A Forest, A Running Creek, And A Vegetable Garden, Thinking: Define Everything.

The Older I Get, The More I Appreciate My Rural Childhood. I Spent A Lot Of Time Outdoors, Unsupervised, Which Is A Blessing.

I Learned To Write By Reading The Kind Of Books I Wished I'd Written.

Memories Do Not Always Soften With Time; Some Grow Edges Like Knives.

Pure And Unblemished Souls Must Taste Very Bland, With An Aftertaste Of Bitterness.