It's one thing to carry your life wherever you go. Another thing to always go looking for it somewhere else.

Terms like that, 'Humane Society,' are devised with people like me in mind, who don't care to dwell on what happens to the innocent.

That was when we smelled the rain. It was so strong it seemed like more than just a smell. When we stretched out our hands we could practically feel it rising up from the ground. I don’t know how a person could ever describe that scent.

Close the door. Write with no one looking over your shoulder. Don't try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say. It's the one and only thing you have to offer.

Will you explain to me why people encourage delusional behaviour in children, and medicate it in adults?

Sugar, it's no parade but you'll get down the street one way or another, so you'd just as well throw your shoulders back and pick up the pace.

This will be Great Mam's last spring. Her last June apples. Her last fresh roasting ears from the garden.