But We Cannot Unbraid The

For A Man To Know What He Has When He Had It, That Is What Makes Him A Fortunate Man.

The Kind Of Love That Offers Its Life So Easily, So Stupidly, Is Always The Love That Is Not Returned.

I Have Seven Step-siblings From My Mother's Second And Third Marriages. My Degree Of Closeness To My Step-siblings Varies Among The Seven But I Have A Great Sense Of Loyalty To All Of Them, Especially The Four From My Childhood. If Those People Needed My Help I Would Be There For Them.

I Was Starting To Wonder If I Was Ready To Be A Writer, Not Someone Who Won Prizes, Got Published And Was Given The Time And Space To Work, But Someone Who Wrote As A Course Of Life. Maybe Writing Wouldn't Have Any Rewards. Maybe The Salvation I Would Gain Through Work Would Only Be Emotional And Intellectual. Wouldn't That Be Enough, To Be A Waitress Who Found An Hour Or Two Hidden In Every Day To Write?

That's The Way I Work. I Get It All Plotted In My Mind, And Then I Write It Down.