This Is Home And Home Is Not

It Wasn't That I Had Gotten It Right . . . But That I Had Gotten True.

I Made Some Friends For Life, The Way I Usually Make Them. Any Jackass Can Be Pleasant Company, But If People Help You When You're At Your Worst, That's A Friend.

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.

It Was A Good Moment, The Kind You Would Like To Press Between The Pages Of A Book, Or Hide In Your Sock Drawer, So You Could Touch It Again.

I Don't Think There's A Difference Between Writing For A Newspaper Or Magazine And Doing A Chapter In A Book.