...alas, Raising A Young Lady

It Was 1943. The U.s. Had Already Entered World War Ii, So I Decided To Join The Army.

At The End Of Knowledge, Wisdom Begins, And At The End Of Wisdom, There Is Not Grief...but Hope

I Can't Make Sense Out Of That Girl," He Said To The Bard, "can You?" "never Mind," Fflewddur Said, "we Aren't Really Expected To.

Dealing With The Impossible, Fantasy Can Show Us What May Be Really Possible. If There Is Grief, There Is The Possibility Of Consolation; If Hurt, The Possibility Of Healing; And Above All, The Curative Power Of Hope. If Fantasy Speaks To Us As We Are, It Also Speaks To Us As We Might Be

Ever Since Human Beings Learned To Talk To Each Other, We've Been Fascinated With Storytelling Of Every Kind. Blessed (or Cursed) With Insatiable Curiosity, We Have To Know What Happens Next.