It's A Great Freedom To Give Up

You See Mother, You Had No Life Of Your Own. They Have No Idea. One Has Only A Life Of One's Own.

If You Never Stepped On Anybody's Toes, You Never Been For A Walk.

I Learned To Write By Reading The Kind Of Books I Wished I'd Written.

My Father Wears His Faith Like The Bronze Breastplate Of God's Footsoldiers While Our Mother's Is More Like A Good Cloth Coat With A Secondhand Fit.

Want Is A Thing That Unfurls Unbidden Like Fungus, Opening Large Upon Itself, Stopless, Filling The Sky. But Needs, From One Day To The Next, Are Few Enough To Fit In A Bucket, With Room Enough Left To Rattle Like Brittle Brush In A Dry Wind.