Some Things We Must Pass

Experiences Are Like Hoarded Gold. Whenever I Dole Out A Piece Of My Private Suffering, That Is When I Get Letters From All Over The World.

My Mother, A Teacher, Encouraged Me To Use My Creativity As An Actual Way To Make A Living, And My Father, A Mississippi Physician, Did Two Things. First, He Taught Me That All Human Beings Should Be Treated Equally Because No One Is Better Than Anyone Else, And He Never Pressured Me To Become A Doctor.

Sooner Or Later. It Had Better Be Sooner. Later Is Like The Horizon; It Recedes As You Approach.

Some Things We Must Pass Over In Silence.

I Have Not Written A Perfect Sentence, In The Literary Sense. It's A Lot Easier To Throw A Perfect Pass Than To Write A Perfect Sentence, If That Sentence Is Meant To Perform More Than A Mechanical Function.