Writing's About Getting Up, Getting Well, And

Sooner Or Later Even The Fastest Runners Have To Stand And Fight.

The Redness Was Going Out Of The Light Now, The Remains Of The Day Were A Fading Pink, The Color Of Wild Roses.

...women Are Better At Keeping Secrets, But Men Are More Comfortable With Them.

His Mother Called Such People Ignorant And Superstitious, But His Father Only Shook His Head Slowly And Puffed His Pipe And Said That Sometimes Old Stories Had A Grain Or Two Of Truth In Them And It Was Best Not To Take Chances. It Was Why, He Said, He Crossed Himself Whenever A Black Cat Crossed His Path.

It Was Really Amazing The Number Of Hard Hits From Which A Mind Could Recover.