I Wanted To Pull Away From The

You Remind Me Of Everything That Followed.

A Writer Has To True To Him Or Herself. Period. That’s It!

I Approach Writing Stories As A Recorder. I Think Of My Role As Some Kind Of Reporting Device - Recording And Projecting.

A Bicultural Upbringing Is A Rich But Imperfect Thing

Amid The Gray, An Incongruous Band Of Daytime Blue Asserts Itself. To The West, A Pink Sun Already Begins Its Descent. The Effect Is Of Three Isolated Aspects, Distinct Phases Of The Day. All Of It, Strewn Across The Horizon, Is Contained In His Vision.