If She Wasn't Careful, She'd Slide Without

Hands Down, The Hardest Part For Me Is Coming Up With An Idea. I Spend About 14 Months Writing A Book, And That's A Lot Of Hours Spent Thinking About A Single Project. I Simply Have To Love The Idea. I'll Go Through Dozens Of Workable Ideas Until I Find The One That Lights My Fire.

Time Goes Too Quickly. This Is The Advice That My Mother Should Have Given Me From Her Hospital Bed. Instead Of Vague, Unknowable Quips Like "be Careful What You Wish For," She Should Have Told Me Time Slides Away On A Hillside Of Loose Shale And Takes Everything In Its Path - Dreams, Opportunities, Hopes. And Youth. It Takes That Fastest Of All.

From The First Time We Met, We Knew Everything That Mattered About Each Other, Didn't We? We Just Knew. I Guess That's What Best Friends Are: Parts Of Each Other.

Nobody's Strong Enough To Be A Parent. We Just Do It, Blindly, Going Forward On Faith And Love And Hope. That's All It Is...being Afraid...and Going On.

She Is Like A Child Picking At A Scab, Unable To Stop Herself Even Though She Knows It Will Hurt.