They know where happiness lies, not in a cave or a country, but in love and the freedom to give and take what has been there all along.

...we were like two people standing apart on separate mountain peaks, recklessly leaning forward to throw stones at one another, unaware of the dangerous chasm that separated us.

The muse appears at the point in my writing when I sense a subtle shift, a nudge to move over, and everything cracks open, the writing is freed, the lanuage is full, resources are plentiful, ideas pour forth, and to be frank, some of these ideas surprise me. It seems as thought the universe is my friend and is helping me write, its hand over mine.

Hardships can harden even the best person.

I've always been a magnet for guilt.

My mother had a look on her face that I'll never forget. It was one of complete despair and horror, for losing Bing, for being so foolish as to think she could use faith to change fate.

I like to go somewhere where I learn something I didn't know before, like the Dry Tortugas between Florida and Cuba.