Writing For Me Is Cutting Out The

Put Yourself In God’s Hands And You Can’t Go Wrong.

...since I Was A Little Boy, She Had Always Wanted Me To Go. She Was Always Sending Me Off On A Bus Someplace, To Elementary School, To Camp, To Relatives In Kentucky, To College. She Pushed Me Away From Her Just As She'd Pushed My Elder Siblings Away When We Lived In New York, Literally Shoving Them Out The Front Door When They Left For College.

I Think Comedy Allows People To Accept The More Difficult Parts Of History. And History, If It's Presented Wrong, Is Just Very Depressing, Particularly The History Of Slavery. If Slavery Is Presented Properly, It's A Great Story. But I Think That Within The Commercial World Of Storytelling In Which I Live, There Haven't Been Many Strong Works That Discuss Slavery In Ways That Are Palatable And Funny And Interesting To The Reader.

God Is The Color Of Water. Water Doesn't Have A Color.

I'm Not Interested In Food. It's Just Fuel.