Everyone Knows Everything Eventually.

In This Life We Love Who We Love. There Were Some Stories In Which Facts Were Very Nearly Irrelevant.

It Turns Out That The Distance From Head To Hand, From Wafting Butterfly To Entomological Specimen, Is Achieved Through Regular Practice. What Begins As Something Like A Dream Will In Fact Stay A Dream Forever Unless You Have The Tools And The Discipline To Bring It Out.

Home, Bed, Sleep, Mother--who Knew More Beautiful Words Than These?

I Am The Person Who Is Appropriating Stories That Are Not Mine And Turning Them Into A Book.

I Have Been Accused Of Being A Pollyanna, But I Think There Are Plenty Of People Dealing With The Darker Side Of Human Nature, And If I Am Going To Write About People Who Are Kind And Generous And Loving And Thoughtful, So What? In My Life I Have Met Astonishingly Good People.