The Girl's Lover Was Gone, But His

Some Stories, You Use Up. Others Use You Up.

You Grow Up To Become Living Proof Of Your Parents' Limitations. Their Less-than Masterpiece.

We've Been Speaking English As A Second Language So Long That We've Forgotten It As Our First.

To Merely Observe Your Culture Without Contributing To It Seems Very Close To Existing As A Ghost.

I Remember Selling My First Short Story And Thinking, Oh My God, I Sold Something For Fifty Dollars! That Gives Me The Authority To Say I'm A Writer And To Actually Write More Things! It Legitimized The Activity.