Sometimes I Amaze Even Myself.

Sometimes I Amaze Even Myself.

This Isn't A Watercolor, It's A Mural.

Her Handwriting Was Curious — Small Sharp Little Letters With No Capitals (who Did She Think She Was, E. E. Cummings?).

I Was Afraid Of Being Rejected, Yes. I Was Also Afraid Of Being Accepted For The Wrong Reasons.

Quiet Heroism Or Youthful Idealism, Or Both? What Do We Know? That Life Without Heroism And Idealism Is Not Worth Living - Or That Either Can Be Fatal?