I've Met Little Meanness, Wherever I Went.

Writing Is A Fearsome But Grand Vocation—potentially Healing But Likewise Deadly. I Wouldn’t Trade My Life For The World.

Southerners Ask Intimate Questions In The Way Monkeys Groom Each Other For Lice, Not To Pry But To Make You Feel Cared For.

The Older I've Got The Less I Find Myself Going Back And Re-reading Or Really Reading New Fiction Or Poetry.

What I Still Ask For Daily-for Life As Long As I Have Work To Do, And Work As Long As I Have Life.

Strength Just Comes In One Brand - You. Stand Up At Sunrise And Meet What They Send You And Keep Your Hair Combed