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On The Other Couch A Women Sits With A Young Boy Looking Through A Picture Book About Babar The Elephant. When I Find A Magazine And I Lean Back To Start Reading It, I Can See The Women Watching Me Out Of The Corner Of Her Eye. She Moves Closer To The Child And She Leans Over And Kisses His Forehead. I Know Why She Does It And I Don't Blame Her.

All Of Us Started Normal. All Of Us Started Out As Functioning Human Beings With The Potential To Do Almost Anything We Wanted, But Somewhere Along The Paths Of Our Lives, We Got Lost.

Being A Writer Now Is About So Much More Than Writing. There's Publishing, Touring, Marketing, Web Presence.

He Tells Me I Look As If I Could Use A Hugand I Laugh At Him And He Ignores Me And Steps Forward And Puts His Arms Around Me And Hugs Me. I Warm At The Simple Pleasure Of Human Contact And For The First Time In A Long Time I Actually Feel Good." (james Frey, Pg.38)

Let Things Be, Let Yourself Be, Let Everything Be And Accept It As It Is. Nothing More. Nothing Less.