What I Still Ask For

I Think We Southerners Have Talked A Fair Amount Of Malarkey About The Mystique Of Being Southern.

Strength Just Comes In One Brand - You. Stand Up At Sunrise And Meet What They Send You And Keep Your Hair Combed

What I Still Ask For Daily-for Life As Long As I Have Work To Do, And Work As Long As I Have Life.

Writing Is A Fearsome But Grand Vocation—potentially Healing But Likewise Deadly. I Wouldn’t Trade My Life For The World.

A Need To Tell And Hear Stories Is Essential To The Species Homo Sapiens-second In Necessity Apparently After Nourishment And Before Love And Shelter. Millions Survive Without Love Or Home, Almost None In Silence; The Opposite Of Silence Leads Quickly To Narrative, And The Sound Of Story Is The Dominant Sound Of Our Lives, From The Small Accounts Of Our Day's Events To The Vast Incommunicable Constructs Of Psychopaths.