Nuts Don’t Come In Bunches. Only Grapes

As An Individual With My Own Hurts, I Go Into The Garden (gethsemane) As Often As I Need To. There I Identify With The Pain In The Other, With My Part In That Pain, My Part In Tempting Someone To Wound Me. I Experience The Other's Pain, And God's Pain, And Am Devastated - Because Their Pain Becomes My Own. Feeling Such Anguish, I Can Forgive, Or Deeply Repent, Either For Myself Or On Behalf Of The Other.

Nuts Don’t Come In Bunches. Only Grapes Do.

With Most Of My Books, I'll Actually Go Out And Look At The Setting. If You Describe Things Carefully, It Kind Of Makes The Scene Pop.

Most People Like A Little Sex In Their Novels.

Catholics Don't Scream About Jesus, They Scream About The Bishop.