I Think My Writing Is Part Of

If Dandelions Were Rare And Fragile, People Would Knock Themselves Out To Pay $14.95 A Plant, Raise Them By Hand In Greenhouses, And Form Dandelion Societies And All That. But, They Are Everywhere And Don't Need Us And Kind Of Do What They Please. So We Call Them Weeds And Murder Them At Every Opportunity

Share Everything. Don't Take Things That Aren't Yours. Put Things Back Where You Found Them.

Life Is. I Am. Anything Might Happen.

Public Lives Are Lived Out On The Job And In The Marketplace, Where Certain Rules, Conventions, Laws, And Social Customs Keep Most Of Us In Line. Private Lives Are Lived Out In The Presence Of Family, Friends, And Neighbors Who Must Be Considered And Respected Even Though The Rules And Proscriptions Are Looser Than What's Allowed In Public. But In Our Secret Lives, Inside Our Own Heads, Almost Anything Goes.

I Wanted To Be A Citizen Of The World But Not In A Superficial Way.