To Abandon A Child, She Had Once

No Two People Will Ever See Or Feel Things In The Same Way, Merry. The Challenge Is To Be Truthful When You Write. Don't Approximate. Don't Settle For The Easiest Combination Of Words. Go Searching Instead For Those That Explain Exactly What You Think. What You Feel.

Darling Girl, Blinded By Foolish Thoughts Of Love. How To Tell Her That The Hearts Of Men Were Not So Easily Won. If Won, Rarely Kept.

I Write What I'd Like To Read And Just Hope That, Along The Way, Others Might Like To Read Them, Too.

She Says There Are Stories Everywhere And That People Who Wait For The Right One To Come Along Before Setting Pen To Paper End Up With Very Empty Pages.

It Was The Sibling Thing, I Suppose. I Was Fascinated By The Intricate Tangle Of Love And Duty And Resentment That Tied Them Together. The Glances They Exchanged; The Complicated Balance Of Power Established Over Decades; The Games I Would Never Play With Rules I Would Never Fully Understand. And Perhaps That Was Key: They Were Such A Natural Group That They Made Me Feel Remarkably Singular By Comparison. To Watch Them Together Was To Know Strongly, Painfully, All That I'd Been Missing.