He Wondered How We Know That What

The Only Time The Word Baby Doesn't Scare Me Is The Time That It Should, When It Is What A Man Calls Me.

As Soon As I Knew That I Would Be All Right, I Was Sure That I Was Dead And Didn't Know It. I Moved Through The Days Like A Severed Head That Finishes A Sentence. I Waited For The Moment That Would Snap Me Out Of My Seeming Life.

I Assemble Stories-me And A Hundred Million Other People-at The Sentence Level. Not By Coming Up With A Sweeping Story Line.

The Worst Of It Is Over Now, And I Can't Say That I Am Glad. Lose That Sense Of Loss—you Have Gone And Lost Something Else. But The Body Moves Toward Health. The Mind, Too, In Steps. One Step At A Time. Ask A Mother Who Has Just Lost A Child, How Many Children Do You Have? "four," She Will Say, "—three," And Years Later, "three," She Will Say, "—four.

Sometimes I Can Better Describe A Person By Another Person's Reaction. In A Story In My First Book, I Couldn't Think Of A Way To Sufficiently Describe The Charisma Of A Certain Boy, So The Narrator Says, "i Knew Girls Who Saved His Gum."