I Think My Writing Is Part Of

I'm Good At Doing The Laundry. At Least That. And It's A Religious Experience...water, Earth, Fire-polarities Of Wet And Dry, Hot And Cold, Dirty And Clean. The Great Cycles-round And Round-beginning And End-alpha And Omega, Amen.

And I’m Not Confused About The Lack Of, Or The Need For, Imagination In Low Or High Places. We Could Do Better We Must Do Better. There Are Far Worse Things To Drop On People Than Crayolas.

The Name Is Not Important Anymore - It's The Tone That Counts. I Feel Like An Old Dog I Know. He Will Come To Any Name You Call Him, Just So Long As Your Demeanor Carries With It The Promise Of Affection And Food

It's Just This: That There Are Places We All Come From-deep-rooty-common Places- That Makes Us Who We Are. And We Disdain Them Or Treat Them Lightly At Our Peril. We Turn Our Backs On Them At The Risk Of Self-contempt. There Is A Sense In Which We Need To Go Home Again-and Can Go Home Again. Not To Recover Home, No. But To Sanctify Memory.

It’s Harder To Talk About, But What I Really, Really, Really Want For Christmas Is Just This: I Want To Be 5 Years Old Again For An Hour. I Want To Laugh A Lot And Cry A Lot. I Want To Be Picked Or Rocked To Sleep In Someone’s Arms, And Carried Up To Be Just One More Time. I Know What I Really Want For Christmas: I Want My Childhood Back. People Who Think Good Thoughts Give Good Gifts.