That Was What Gospel Was Meant To

Gravy Is The Simplest, Tastiest, Most Memory-laden Dish I Know How To Make: A Little Flour, Salt And Pepper, Crispy Bits Of Whatever Meat Anchored The Meal, A Couple Of Cups Of Water Or Milk And Slow Stirring To Break Up Lumps.

I Tell My Students You Have An Absolute Right To Write About People You Know And Love. You Do. But The Kicker Is You Have A Responsibility To Make The Characters Large Enough That You Will Not Have Sinned Against Them.

I Wanted Her To To Go On Talking And Understand Without Me Saying Anything. I Wanted Her To Love Me Enough To Leave Him, To Pack Us Up And Take Us Away From Him, To Kill Him If Need Be. (107)

I Have A Terrible Memory.

Everything That Comes To Us Is A Blessing Or A Test. That’s All You Need To Know In This Life…just The Certainty That God’s Got His Eye On You, That He Knows What You Are Made Of, What You Need To Grow On. Why,questioning’s A Sin, It’s Pointless. He Will Show You Your Path In His Own Good Time. And Long As I Remember That, I’m Fine.