Grief Rolled Across The Space Between Us

He Might Be A Man Without Character, But She Was A Woman Without Courage. Of The Two, Which Was Worse?

The Memory Is Like Orbiting Twin Stars, One Visible, One Dark, The Trajectory Of What's Evident Forever Affected By The Gravity Of What's Concealed.

I Write Letters To My Right Brain All The Time. They're Just Little Notes. And Right Brain, Who Likes To Get Little Notes From Me, Will Often Come Through Within A Day Or Two.

No One With A Happy Childhood Ever Amounts To Much In This World. They Are So Well Adjusted, They Never Are Driven To Achieve Anything.

My Notion Of An Elegant Table Is You Don't Leave The Knife Sticking Out Of The Mayonnaise Jar.