Rest Is Not A Word

After The Sunset On The Prairie, There Are Only The Stars

Time Is A Sandpile We Run Our Fingers In.

There Are People Who Want To Be Everywhere At Once, And They Get Nowhere

I Have Always Felt That A Woman Has The Right To Treat The Subject Of Her Age With Ambiguity Until, Perhaps, She Passes Into The Realm Of Over Ninety. Then It Is Better She Be Candid With Herself And With The World.

In Democracy Both A Deep Reverence And A Sense Of The Comic Are Requisite.