Stories Are Light. Light Is Precious In

I Am Just Always, Always Paying Attention - Waiting For The Words, Or Image, Or Name That Will Be The Beginning Of A Story.

I Feel Like I've Been Blessed. I See The World Through Stories.

Farewell” Is Not The Word That You Would Like To Hear From Your Mother As You Are Being Led To The Dungeon By 2 Oversize Mice In Black Hoods. Words That You Would Like To Hear Are “take Me Instead, I Will Go To The Dungeon In My Sons Place.” There Is A Great Deal Of Comfort In Those Words.

Mercy Watson Is Pure Fun For Me As A Writer, Because I Think Of Her As Kind Of Sorbet - A Palate Cleanser - Between Larger Works. It's Always A Relief To Come Back To Her.

I Didn't Know At The Time I Was Writing Because Of Winn-dixie Where The Story Came From, But In Retrospect I Can See That It Was A Response To A Terribly Harsh Winter Here In Minnesota.