My Books Are Often Shelved Around Those

My Books Are Often Shelved Around Those Of Chinua Achebe And Margaret Atwood, Or Chimamanda Adichie And Monica Ali. All Of This Depends, Of Course, On The Bookstore And How Conversant The Shelf Stocker Is With The Alphabet.

As With Much Of The World's Problems, They Become Public--or Much More Of Interest--the Moment They Begin To Impact The West.

Fire And Water Are Archetypes, The Split Sides Of Consciousness; One Aware, The Other, Not. The Two Parts Of Us That Desire Synthesis, Yet Resist It: The Self And The Shadow. But They Are Also The Element Of Chance, Of The Random Roll Of Dice.

What I've Come To Learn Is That The World Is Never Saved In Grand Messianic Gestures, But In The Simple Accumulation Of Gentle, Soft, Almost Invisible Acts Of Compassion.

Men Do Communicate, Often Very Directly, But Women Sometimes Cannot Accept How Simple What We Have To Say Is. We Seldom Play Games--we Aren't That Sophisticated.