Knowing something and understanding it were not the same thing.

once we began to chime the hour, we lost the ability to be satisfied

For many of us, the curtain had just come down on childhood.

You may not have known the reason at the time, and that is what heaven is for. For understanding your life on earth.

When you're in bed, you're dead

Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.

I find interesting characters or lessons that resonate with people and sometimes I write about them in the sports pages, sometimes I write them in a column, sometimes in a novel, sometimes a play or sometimes in nonfiction. But at the core I always say to myself, 'Is there a story here? Is this something people want to read?'