Writing About Someone Well Known Removes That

I Once Had A Boyfriend Who Couldn't Write Unless He Was Wearing A Necktie And A Dress Shirt, Which I Thought Was Really Weird, Because This Was A Long Time Ago, And No One I Knew Ever Wore Dress Shirts, Let Alone Neckties; It Was Like He Was A Grown-up Reenacter Or Something.

I Was Never Any Good At Remembering Dates, But Now I Hardly Have To. When The First Bulb Catalogs Get Delivered And The Hens Start Laying Again, That's All The Notice I'll Need To Know That Winter Has Passed.

Parents, It Seems, Have An Almost Olympian Persistence When It Comes To Suggesting More Secure And Lucrative Lines Of Work For Their Children Who Have The Notion That Writing Is An Actual Profession. I Say This From Experience.

I Remember Three- And Four-week-long Snow Days, And Drifts So Deep A Small Child, Namely Me, Could Get Lost In Them. No Such Winter Exists In The Record, But That's How Ohio Winters Seemed To Me When I Was Little - Silent, Silver, Endless, And Dreamy.

Keeping Animals, I Have Learned, Is All About Water. Who Even Knew Chickens Drank Water? I Didn't, But They Do, And A Lot.