But I Do Know Which Is The

I Wanted People To Trust Me, Despite Anything They'd Heard. And More Than That, I Wanted Them To Know Me. Not The Stuff They Thought They Knew About Me. No, The Real Me. I Wanted Them To Get Past The Rumors. To See Beyond The Relationships I Once Had, Or Maybe Still Had But That They Didn't Agree With.

After All, How Often Do We Get A Second Chance?

The Road To Publication Is Like A Churro - Long And Bumpy, But Sweet.

And What If In The Future We're At War Again, Or We Still Haven't Elected A Non-white Or Non-male President, Or The Rolling Stones Are Still Dragging Their Tired Old Butts On Stage? That Would Depress Me Way Too Much.

My Heart And My Trust Were In The Process Of Collapsing. And That Collapse Created A Vacuum In My Chest.