Critics Have A Problem With Sentimentality. Readers

Please, Please, Please, Please, Please...,", Squeezing His Eyes Shut Because It Somehow Made The Words More Pure.

When He Went Blundering Back To God, His Songs Half Written, His Work Half Done, Who Knows What Paths His Bruised Feet Trod, What Hills Of Peace Or Pain He Won? I Hope God Smiled And Took His Hand, And Said, "poor Truant, Passionate Fool! Life’s Book Is Hard To Understand: Why Couldst Thou Not Remain At School?" A Poem By Charles Hanson Towne

There Is No Formula To Relationships.

Taffy. He Thinks About Taffy. He Thinks It Would Take His Teeth Out Now, But He Would Eat It Anyhow, If It Meant Eating It With Her.

Anyone Who Tries To Write A Memoir Needs To Keep In Mind That What's Interesting To You Isn't Necessarily Interesting To A Reader.