The Wind Shows Us How

In The Early Years, You Fight Because You Don't Understand Each Other. In The Later Years, You Fight Because You Do.

California Is A Place In Which A Boom Mentality And A Sense Of Chekhovian Loss Meet In Uneasy Suspension.

My First Notebook Was A Big Five Tablet, Given To Me [at Age Five] By My Mother With The Sensible Suggestion That I Stop Whining And Learn To Amuse Myself By Writing Down My Thoughts.

We Write To Discover What We Think.

Late Afternoon On The West Coast Ends With The Sky Doing All Its Brilliant Stuff.