Wherever we go we do harm, forgiving ourselves as wheels do cement for wearing each other out. We set this house on fire, forgetting that we live within. (from "To a Meadowlark," for M.L. Smoker)

Your kids inevitably want to move where they had their vacations when they were younger.

The only advice I can give to aspiring writers is don't do it unless you're willing to give your whole life to it. Red wine and garlic also helps.

It is utterly soothing to fly fish for trout. All other considerations or worries drift away and you couldn't keep them close if you wanted. Perhaps it's standing thigh deep in a river with the water passing at the exact but varying speed of life. You easily recognize this mortality and it dissipates into the landscape.

Naturally we would prefer seven epiphanies a day and an earth not so apparently devoid of angels.

I've never felt influenced by Ernest Hemingway though I suppose there is something inevitable there.

I don't see gender as the most significant fact of human existence.