I Tried. Can't Do It. Brain's Empty.

I Tried. Can't Do It. Brain's Empty.

Don't Judge A Man Until You Have Walked Two Moons In His Moccasins.

I Entered A Poem In A Poetry Contest Around 1987, And The Poem Won And I Received $1,000 For It. That Made Me Realize That Maybe What I Was Writing Was Worth Reading To People. After That, For Some Reason, I Turned To Novels And I've Written Mainly Novels Ever Since.

I Prayed To Trees. This Was Easier Than Praying Directly To God. There Was Nearly Always A Tree Nearby.

Being A Mother Is Like Trying To Hold A Wolf By The Ears,” Gram Said. “if You Have Three Or Four –or More – Chickabiddies, You’re Dancing On A Hot Griddle All The Time. You Don’t Have Time To Think About Anything Else. And If You’ve Only Got One Or Two, It’s Almost Harder. You Have Room Left Over – Empty Spaces That You Think You’ve Got To Fill Up.