The Sea, The Sea, The Sea. It

The Sea, The Sea, The Sea. It Rolled And Rolled And Called To Me. Come In, It Said, Come In.

Sometimes You Know In Your Heart You Love Someone, But You Have To Go Away Before Your Head Can Figure It Out.

In Many Of My Books, I Explore The Ways In Which Grandparents Or Other Older Persons Are Shaped By The Young, And The Young Are Shaped By The Old, In An Evolving Dance.

It Seems To Me That We Can’t Explain All The Truly Awful Things In The World Like War And Murder And Brain Tumors, And We Can’t Fix These Things, So We Look At The Frightening Things That Are Closer To Us And We Magnify Them Until They Burst Open. Inside Is Something That We Can Manage, Something That Isn’t As Awful As It Had A First Seemed. It Is A Relief To Discover That Although There Might Be Axe Murderers And Kidnappers In The World, Most People Seem A Lot Like Us: Sometimes Afraid And Sometimes Brave, Sometimes Cruel And Sometimes Kind.

It Can't Be Dead. It Was Alive Just A Minute Ago.