Why Couldn't She Be Part Of That

I Don't Think You Can Write According To A Set Of Rules And Laws; Every Writer Is So Different.

I Love Truman Capote, Tennessee Williams, Flannery O'connor. I Read A Lot Of American Writers.

All Day, The Colors Had Been Those Of Dusk, Mist Moving Like A Water Creature Across The Great Flanks Of Mountains Possessed Of Ocean Shadows And Depths.

We Think Of Immigration As A Western Issue But, Of Course, It Isn't.

Could Fulfillment Ever Be Felt As Deeply As Loss?