As A Child I Thought

I Think We Southerners Have Talked A Fair Amount Of Malarkey About The Mystique Of Being Southern.

Life Is Short And Often Stingy; Feast The Heart With What It Craves, Short Of Cruelty, And Let The World Wonder.

A Need To Tell And Hear Stories Is Essential To The Species Homo Sapiens-second In Necessity Apparently After Nourishment And Before Love And Shelter. Millions Survive Without Love Or Home, Almost None In Silence; The Opposite Of Silence Leads Quickly To Narrative, And The Sound Of Story Is The Dominant Sound Of Our Lives, From The Small Accounts Of Our Day's Events To The Vast Incommunicable Constructs Of Psychopaths.

Many Americans Would Die Naked In The Middle Of The Road Before They'd Tell You What's Hurt Them Most. But A Born Southerner Will Show You The Cell In Their Heart That Burns The Hardest. They'll Hold It Out To You In Their Bare Right Hand.

You Have To Realize That Your Work Is Done By Your Body, And If Your Body Is In Very Bad Health, It's Not Going To Work For You No Matter How Young You Are. So, I'm A Bit Of An Athletic Coach When It Comes To Trying To Respect My Body's Needs And Tendencies, And When I Teach Students, I Try And Persuade Them Of The Same.