There Are These Boutique Writers Out There

Most National Correspondents Will Tell You They Rely On Stringers And Researchers And Interns And Clerks And News Assistants.

I Began Reading Harper Lee's Novel In The Skimpy Shade Of A Pine Outside My Grandmother's House, Fat Beagles Pressing Against Me, Begging For Attention, Ignored. At Dark, I Kept Reading, First On The Couch, A Bologna Sandwich In One Hand, Then In My Bed, By The Light Of A 60-watt Bulb Hanging From The Ceiling On An Orange Drop Cord. When My Mother Came In From Her Job As A Maid And Unplugged My Chandelier, I Replayed The Story In My Head Until It Was Crowded Out By Dreams. I Woke The Next Morning, Smelling Biscuits, And Reached For The Book Again.

Don’t Worry About What People Think, Because Once It’s All Over The People Who Love You Will Make You What They Want You To Be, And The People Who Don’t Love You Will, Too.

This Is A Place Where Grandmothers Hold Babies On Their Laps Under The Stars And Whisper In Their Ears That The Lights In The Sky Are Holes In The Floor Of Heaven.

This Is Home And Home Is Not Something You Remember, It Is Something You See Every Day And Every Moment.