I Did Not Know How To Paint

I Planned My Death Carefully, Unlike My Life, Which Meandered Along From One Thing To Another, Despite My Feeble Attempts To Control It.

My Family Was Big On Sharing. I Guess It Was Just The Way I Was Brought Up. Or Maybe, I Read Those Fairy Tales In Which One Good Turn Elicits Another. But In Writing, Yes, Some Older Writers Were Kind To Me When I Was Young; Although Some Others Were Not.

The Heart Of Jesus Glowed, Because It Was Holy. Holy Things Glowed In General.

Things Musicals Taught Me: All Your Problems Will Go Away If You Sing About It.

Messy Love Is Better Than None, I Guess. I Am No Authority On Sane Living.