One Of My Great Secrets Was Knowing

I Like The Way He Danced. And Then I Like The Way We Danced Together.

I Lived Through A Classic Publishing Story. My Editor Was Fired A Month Before The Book Came Out. The Editor Who Took It Over Already Had A Full Plate. It Was Never Advertised. We Didn't Get Reviewed In Any Major Outlets.

In Egypt, I Loved The Perfume Of The Lotus. A Flower Would Bloom In The Pool At Dawn, Filling The Entire Garden With A Blue Musk So Powerful It Seemed That Even The Fish And Ducks Would Swoon. By Night, The Flower Might Wither But The Perfume Lasted. Fainter And Fainter, But Never Quite Gone. Even Many Days Later, The Lotus Remained In The Garden. Months Would Pass And A Bee Would Alight Near The Spot Where The Lotus Had Blossomed, And Its Essence Was Released Again, Momentary But Undeniable.

When A Shy Person Smiles, It’s Like The Sun Coming Out.

It Was One Of Those Perfect Fall Days When The Air Is Cool Enough To Wake You Up But The Sun Is Also Kissing Your Face.