My First-born. All I Can

Everything Depends On Knowing How Much,” She Said, And “good Is Knowing When To Stop.

Being Able To Laugh Got Me Through.

Language Alone Protects Us From The Scariness Of Things With No Names. Language Alone Is Meditation.

For Lo, The Winter Is Past, The Rain Is Over And Gone; The Flowers Appear On The Earth; The Time Of The Singing Of Birds Is Come, And The Voice Of The Turtledove Is Heard In Our Land.

You Been Gone Too Long, Sula. Not Too Long, But Maybe Too Far.