What Men Call Adventures Usually Consist Of

It Kills Your Writing If You Try To Manipulate It With Crude Politics.

The Contents Of A House Can Trigger All Sorts Of Revisions To Family History.

I Was The Sort Of Kid Who Spent A Sunday Afternoon Prying Little Trees Out Of The Foundation Of His Parents' House. I Should Have Given In To The Inevitable Truth That This Was The Sort Of Person I Would Become, In The End, But I Kept Fighting It.

If, As I Suspect, My Body Survives By Uttering Itself Over And Over Again, Then I Have Some Questions. If [i] Am One Word, So Are My Daughters, So Are All Of Us In Strings And Loops. Each Life Is One Short Word Slowly Uttered.

Sometimes A Person's Monstrosity Seems Superhuman.