Nobody Stays Special When They're Old, Anna.

In The Novel Or The Journal You Get The Journey. In A Poem You Get The Arrival.

For Me The Moral Dilemma This Past Year Has Been How To Make Peace With The Unacceptable.

How Much Hope, Expectation, And Sheer Hard Work Goes Into The Smallest Success! There Is No Being Sure Of Anything Except That Whatever Has Been Created Will Change In Time.

So Let The World Go, But Hold Fast To Joy.

Why Is It That People Who Cannot Show Feeling Presume That That Is A Strength And Not A Weakness?