I Have Learned Over The Course Of

I Don't Read Young Adult Or Children's Books, Now That My Grandchildren Are Beyond The Age Of My Reading To Them. I Read Reviews, And So I'm Aware Of What's Out There. But I Tend Not To Read The Books.

But Then Everyone Would Be Burdened And Pained. They Don't Want That. And That's The Real Reason The Receiver Is So Vital To Them, And So Honored. They Selected Me--and You-to Lift That Burden From Themselves.

His Mind Reeled. Now, Empowered To Ask Questions Of Utmost Rudeness-and Promised Answers-he Could, Conceivably (though It Was Almost Unimaginable), Ask Someone, Some Adult, His Father Perhaps: "do You Lie?" But He Would Have No Way Of Knowing If The Answer He Received Was True.

I Left Home At The Correct Time But When I Was Riding Along Near The Hatchery, The Crew Was Separating Some Salmon, I Guess I Just Got Distraught, Watching Them.

What If They Were Allowed To Choose Their Own Mate? And Chose Wrong?