I Just Have This Feeling That If

At The Risk Of Appearing Disingenuous, I Don't Really Think Of Myself As 'writing Humor.' I'm Simply Reporting On The World I Observe, Which Is Frequently Hilarious.

Worse, I Have To Admit To Feeling The Jealousy Of One Crab For Another That Has Managed To Climb Out Of The Barrel.

What If All Everybody Needed In The World Was To Be Sure Of One Friend? What If You Were The One, And You Refused To Say Those Simple Words?

A Lot Of My Characters In All Of My Books Have A Self-destructive Urge. They'll Do Precisely The Thing That They Know Is Wrong, Take A Perverse Delight In Doing The Wrong Thing.

People In Small Towns, Much More Than In Cities, Share A Destiny.