Isn't That The Goal, As You Grow

When I Was Eleven I Stopped Dreaming The Dreams That Didn't Come True, I Stopped Talking To People Who Didn't Listen, I Lost Hope And I Retreated. I Assumed That The Root Of The Problem Was That I Was Too Strange For The Real World. That Being The Case, I Created A Charming And Dynamic Personality To Make The Necessary Forays Into The Outside, And I Kept My Strangeness For Myself; My Own Peculiar Jewels Under Lock And Key.

Just A Thank You Is A Mighty Powerful Prayer. Says It All.

On The Plane, An Eight-year-old With An Excess Of Testosterone Keeps Running Across My Feet. Finally I Grab Him By His T-shirt And Say, Very Sweetly, 'listen, Darling, If You Don't Stop Trampling Me I'm Going To Make You Sit On My Lap While I Tell You My Entire Life Story. Including A Lot Of Details About Drug Rehab And My Divorce.' He Goes Back To His Seat.

Southern Gentility Is Evocative To Me.

Self-expression Without Craft Is For Toddlers.