Religion Seems To Have Always Offered Us

I Knew That I Wanted To Be A Writer Even Before I Knew Exactly What Being A Writer Entailed

Doing A Life Study While Drunk And In The Process Of Being Seduced Is Never A Formula For Quality Art.

The Beauty Of That June Day Was Almost Staggering. After The Wet Spring, Everything That Could Turn Green Had Outdone Itself In Greenness And Everything That Could Even Dream Of Blooming Or Blossoming Was In Bloom And Blossom. The Sunlight Was A Benediction. The Breezes Were So Caressingly Soft And Intimate On The Skin As To Be Embarrassing.

Context Is To Data What Water Is To A Dolphin

It Started 25 Years Ago, When I Was Teaching Elementary School In A Small Town In Missouri