It wasn't right to have someone charge into you your world without even asking, acting as if you were nothing more than an egg to be flipped and flopped, sunny-side up or scrambled, depending on the whims on whoever ran your life..._

Hawthorne has given us a tradition that some people refer to as Yankee Magic Realism, and I do think there is a certain quality to the landscape that definitely leads into the dark woods.

Ironically, now that my children are older and gone quite a bit, I find it harder to work when they're not around. Too much free time!

Sometimes words drew blood, they cut your tongue, they made you know things you couldn't unknow.

We stood and watched as God abandoned us, and then we did the best we could.

He started to look at me in a manner I recognized: it was the way I looked at a new book, one I had never read before, one that surprised me with all it had to say.

He believed in dreams, in endings that people told you could never happen, in disappointments reversed and luck that lasted.