Getting Old We Can Deal With. Being

Knowing Something And Understanding It Were Not The Same Thing.

My Writing Habits Are Pretty Static. I Get Up Every Morning Between 6 And 7 Am, Grab A Cup Of Coffee, Say A Few Prayers, And Go Downstairs To My Office And Start Writing.

In College, I Had A Course In Latin, And One Day The Word "divorce" Came Up. I Always Figured It Came From Some Root That Meant "divide." In Truth, It Comes From "divertere," Which Means "to Divert." I Believe That. All Divorce Does Is Divert You, Taking You Away From Everything You Thought You Knew And Everything You Thought You Wanted And Steering You Into All Kinds Of Other Stuff, Like Discussions About Your Mother's Girdle And Whether She Should Marry Someone Else.

This Is A Story About A Man Named Eddie And It Begins At The End, With Eddie Dying In The Sun.

She Felt Worthless And Hollow. There Was No Hope Of Fixing This. And When Hope Is Gone, Time Is Punishment.