We'd Been Trying To Touch The Sky

I Looked Down At The Little Pink Face In The Bundle. A Newborn. The Child Had Been Alive Only Minutes But Was Already Considered A Criminal By The Soviets.

I Stared At The Enormous Homes, The Landscaping And Flower Beds Immaculate. It Was As If Dollar Bills, Instead Of Leaves, Hung From The Trees.

Sometimes Kindness Can Be Delivered In A Clumsy Way. But It's Far More Sincere In Its Clumsiness Than Those Distinguished Men You Read About In Books. Your Father Was Very Clumsy.

If I Poured All The Lies I Had Told Into The Mississippi, The River Would Rise And Flood The City.

My Sister And Brother Are Both Writers As Well. We Are Constantly Discussing Story And Plot Lines. And I Love To Discuss Story Ideas With My Husband.