Mom Had The Kind Of

You Don't Have To Be A Good Person To Be A Good Writer--history Shows It's Better If You're Not--but You Have To Understand Your Badness.

To Get From People You Had To Give A Piece Of Yourself, A Real Piece That Mattered. Just Being Nice Was Not Enough.

They Say Life Is All About Connecting, Like That's A Good Thing. But When Brain And Eyes Are Lining Up You Know Different.

Mom Had The Kind Of Love For Her That You Could Feel, Like It Was Part Of The Atmosphere

To Live With The Conscious Knowledge Of The Shadow Of Uncertainty, With The Knowledge That Disaster Or Tragedy Could Strike At Any Time; To Be Afraid And To Know And Acknowledge Your Fear, And Still To Live Creatively And With Unstinting Love: That Is To Live With Grace.