Twenty-three Stories Up And All I Could

Children Make That Big A Difference To You? He Asked. I Nodded. Yeah, They Do. I Never Figured You As The Maternal Type. I'm Not, But Kids Are People, Edward, Little People Trapped By The Choices The Adults Around Them Make.

I Laid My Hand On Top Of Theirs, And All I Could Think Was, Is This How Revolutions Begin? Not With A Proclamation Or A Riot, But With A Few People In A Room Somewhere With Their Hands Clasped And A Purpose.

It Was Like Noticing The Sun. You Couldn't Help But See It, To Turn To Face The Heat Of It, To Bask In The Glory Of It. But Often When The Sun Is High In The Sky, The Moon Is Up There, Too. A Dim Memory Of What She Will Be In The Night, But There, Nonetheless, Dim And Misty, Hard And White. At Night, There Is Only The Moon, The Sun Is Nowhere To Be Seen. There Are No Distractions When The Moon Rules The Sky.

I Used To Think I Knew What Was Right And What Was Wrong, And Who The Good Guys Are, And Who The Bad Guys Are. Then The World Got Very Gray, And I Didn't Know Anything For A Long Time

Worry About The Things You Can Control; The Rest Will Either Work Themselves Out, Or They'll Kill You. Either Way, No More Worries.