The More Distressing The Memory, The More

I Am Ninety. Or Ninety-three. One Or The Other.

I'm Truly Grateful For My Microwave, Which Allows Me To Easily Clarify Butter, Steam Vegetables, And - When I Am Really Lazy - Feed My Three Kids In Less Than Five Minutes.

Although There Are Times I'd Give Anything To Have Her Back, I'm Glad She Went First. Losing Her Was Like Being Cleft Down The Middle. It Was The Moment It All Ended For Me, And I Wouldn't Have Wanted Her To Go Through That.

How Hard Can It Be To Find A Girl And An Elephant For Christ's Sake?

The Only Thing That Makes Me Crazier Than Writing Is Not Writing.