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My Mother, Southern To The Bone, Once Told Me, “all Southern Literature Can Be Summed Up In These Words: ‘on The Night The Hogs Ate Willie, Mama Died When She Heard What Daddy Did To Sister.’” She Raised Me Up To Be A Southern Writer, But It Wasn’t Easy.

Fantasy Is One Of The Soul's Brighter Porcelains.

Craziness Attacks The Softest Eyes And Hamstrings The Gentlest Flanks.

Those Wishing To Be Successful In The Market Can't Ignore The Boomer Numbers, The Wealth And Spending Power They Have.

Humanity Is Best Described As Inhumanity.