He [ma's Tooth] Was Part Of Her

At The Door, There Was One Of Those Moment When Two People Realize That They Like Each Other More Than They Know Each Other. This Is Nicer Than The Opposite Situation, But More Awkward. You Try To Remember The Protocol For Touching. You Hate To Gush, Or Presume To Much, Yet You Are Unwilling To Let The Moment Pass Without Without Some Gesture

I Hate Desks; They Make Me Feel Like A Child Doing Homework.

I Found Motherhood A Crash Course In Existentialism (what Is My Purpose In Life, Am I Mistress Or Slave Of My Destiny, When The Hell Do I Get Some Sleep?) And [the Book] Room Was The Result.

Actually,the Nightmarish Thought Occurred To Me That With Electronic Delivery Of Books Becoming A Norm, Soon Writers May Be Expected To Provide Several Versions Of Their Book, Ranging From The Easy To The Complex, And Buyers Will Choose What They're In The Mood For With The Click Of A Button! I Do Hope Not.

Scared Is What You're Feeling. Brave Is What You're Doing.