Only there's two sides to every story, you know. You just remember that.

When I was a kid, I was surrounded by girls: older sisters, older girl cousins just down the street... except for an older boy named Vito who threw rocks. Each year I would wish for a baby brother. It never happened.

Let me tell you something, my wife died for Tuesdays ago. Cancer of the colon. We were married forty-one years. Now you stop feeling sorry for yourself and lose some of that pork of yours. Pretty girl like you - you don't want to do this yourself.

I write to find out what the story means to me, that is what I try to do especially with the first draft.

I cried because I had no shoes. Then I met a man who had no feet.

I am a plodder, I make an appointment with my computer everyday and I have no idea where I am going.

If you want your prayers answered, get up off your knees and do something about them.