Before, They Had Never Found

The Living Deserve Attention, Too

You're Not Supposed To Look Back, You're Supposed To Keep Going.

The Sun Came Through The Branches Of The Tree Above Her, And Ruth Looked Up Past Them. "i Think She Listens," She Said, Too Softly To Be Heard.

There Was One Thing My Murderer Didn't Understand; He Didn't Understand How Much A Father Could Love His Child.

I Mean, If I Went Into My Closet, I Could Find A Previous Draft And Try To Figure That Out, But It Takes A Long Time For Me To Find The Voice To Tell A Story In. I Was Working From Other Points Of View For A Couple Years There.