This Is A Very Violent Place To

Grief, As I Read Somewhere Once, Is A Lazy Susan. One Day It Is Heavy And Underwater, And The Next Day It Spins And Stops At Loud And Rageful, And The Next Day At Wounded Keening, And The Next Day Numbness, Silence.

I Have Been Somebody Who Has Not Written A Great Deal About The Truth Of My Family's Life.

I'm Human, You're Human, Let Me Greet Your Humanness. Let's Be People Together For A While.

I Am Going To Notice The Lights Of The Earth, The Sun And The Moon And The Stars, The Lights Of Our Candles As We March, The Lights With Which Spring Teases Us, The Light That Is Already Present.

I've Written Six Novels And Four Pieces Of Nonfiction, So I Don't Really Have A Genre These Days.