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That's What Happens With Writing. Ingredients Bubble And Cook. Material Becomes Substance.

In My Writing, As Much As I Could, I Tried To Find The Good, And Praise It.

When You Clench Your Fist, No One Can Put Anything In Your Hand.

Racism And Hatred Are Synonymous.

My Parents Were Teachers And They Went Out Of Their Way To See To It That I Had Books. We Grew Up In A Home That Was Full Of Books. And So I Learned To Read. I Loved To Read.