Just For The Record, The Weather Today

My Stories Tend To Bring People From Isolation Into Community - With At Least One Other Person, Usually With A Whole Community Of People - So That They Find Themselves Accepted Back By A World That They Kind Of Fled From.

We Hear The Ambient Noise Of Children Singing. We Hear Lions And Tigers Roar. Hyenas Laugh. Some Jungle Bird Or Howler Monkey Declares Its Existence, Screeching A Maniac's Gibberish. Our Entire World, Always Doing Battle Against The Silence And Obscurity Of Death.

Sex Pretty Much Cures Everything.

Sometimes The Past Seems Too Big For The Present To Hold.

Real Smarts Begin When You Quit Quoting Other People.