I Like Handling Newborn Animals. Fallen Into

There Is That Unique Moment When One Confronts Something New And Astonishment Begins.

Nature Neither Gives Nor Expects Mercy.

For The Longest Time I Didn't Realize I Was Creative - I Just Thought I Was Strange.

Smell Brings To Mind... A Family Dinner Of Pot Roast And Sweet Potatoes During A Myrtle-mad August In A Midwestern Town. Smells Detonate Softly In Our Memory Like Poignant Land Mines Hidden Under The Weedy Mass Of Years.

The Knowing, I Told Myself, Is Only A Vapor Of The Mind, And Yet It Can Wreck Havok With One's Sanity.