An agony. The exit like the entrance - but reserved. A palindrome: gut-tug.

An agony. The exit like the entrance - but reserved. A palindrome: gut-tug.

You know, as fiction writers, if our instincts are off, we can't pay our bills.

Women now were told not to settle for second best, told that they deserved better, but at a time, it seemed, when there was so much less to go around.

I've come to realize that life, while being everything, is also strangely not much. Except when the light shines on it a different way and then you realize it's a lot after all!

All the world's a stage we're going through.

But family life sometimes had a vortex, like weather. It could be like a tornado in a quiet zigzag: get close enough and you might see within it a spinning eighteen-wheeler and a woman.