If I Had Problems, I Kept Them

I Have Been Accused Of Being A Pollyanna, But I Think There Are Plenty Of People Dealing With The Darker Side Of Human Nature, And If I Am Going To Write About People Who Are Kind And Generous And Loving And Thoughtful, So What? In My Life I Have Met Astonishingly Good People.

People Gave Me Such A Bad Time About Wanting A Baby. I Didn't Want A Baby, And I Still Don't. I Wanted A Dog.

I Have Seven Step-siblings From My Mother's Second And Third Marriages. My Degree Of Closeness To My Step-siblings Varies Among The Seven But I Have A Great Sense Of Loyalty To All Of Them, Especially The Four From My Childhood. If Those People Needed My Help I Would Be There For Them.

Carmen Prayed Hard. She Prayed While Standing Near The Priest In Hopes It Would Give Her Request Extra Credibility. What She Prayed For Was Nothing. She Prayed That God Would Look On Them And See The Beauty Of Their Existence And Leave Them Alone.

I Believe That, More Than Anything Else, This Grief Of Constantly Having To Face Down Our Own Inadequacies Is What Keeps People From Being Writers. Forgiveness, Therefore, Is Key. I Can't Write The Book I Want To Write, But I Can And Will Write The Book I Am Capable Of Writing. Again And Again Throughout The Course Of My Life I Will Forgive Myself.