In My Forties, My Optimism Was Boundless.

Even When I Am Writing I Usually Take A Break Around Lunchtime And Go For A Little Walk To Clear Out My Head.

When I Was In Second Grade, My Mother Moved From Miami To This Evangelical Conservative Environment In Western North Carolina, Two Miles Down The Road From Billy Graham And His Wife, Ruth.

He Was Pushing Fifty, With A Face Life Had Chewed On, And Long Wisps Of Graying Hair Parted Low On One Side And Combed Over His Balding Pate.

I Won't Put Myself In A Position Where I'm Vulnerable.

If Everybody, Every Day, Would Try To Do One Thing That Pulls Them Beyond Themselves The World Will Start Being A Better Place.