Can it be that even as one grows to fit the space one lives in, one cannot grow until there's space to grow?
When I was young, I was older than I am today.
I've always been intrigued by the way history works, the way we decide what is mentioned.
Crassly put: When I write, I am trying not to bore myself and my readers.
It makes me furious to hear haters of all skin colors - especially Christian, Jewish, and Muslim fundamentalists - deride other people because of their different beliefs and lifestyles.
When we are touched by something it's as if we're being brushed by an angel's wings.