Writing Is The Only Way

When Mom And Dad Went To War The Only Prisoners They Took Were The Children

The Only Way I Could Endure Being A Coward Was If I Was The Only One Who Knew It.

I Had Come To A Place Where I Was Meant To Be. I Don't Mean Anything So Prosaic As A Sense Of Coming Home. This Was Different, Very Different. It Was Like Arriving At A Place Much Safer Than Home.

When I Was 5 Years Old, My Mother Read Me 'gone With The Wind' At Night, Before I Went To Bed. I Remember Her Reading Almost All Year.

Honor Is The Presence Of God In Man.