If Your Mind Isn't Open, Keep Your

Perhaps When We're Forced To Forfeit What We Own, We Lose Any Sentimental Associations. Perhaps Pawning Our Valuables Frees Us In The Same Way A House Fire Destroys Not Only Our Worldly Goods, But Our Attachment To What's Gone.

Sometimes The Hardest Part Of My Job Is The Incessant Reminder Of The Fact We're All Trying So Assiduously To Ignore: We Are Here Temporarily. Life Is Only Ours On Loan.

I Was An English Major In College With Minors In Fine Arts And Humanities.

Grief Is As Contagious As A Yawn.

The Beauty Of Word Processing, God Bless My Word Processor, Is That It Keeps The Plotting Very Fluid. The Prose Becomes Like A Liquid That You Can Manipulate At Will. In The Old Days, When I Typed, Every Piece Of Typing Paper Was Like Cast In Concrete.