Write The Unpublishable.. .and Then Publish It.

I'll Never Forget You. Your Husband Will Beat You With An Extension Cord And The Bus Will Pull Away Leaving You Standing There In Tears, But You Were My Mother.

I Knew Every Raindrop By Its Name.

Write The Unpublishable.. .and Then Publish It.

Memories Assailed Him Of How Gently She Had Spoken, Touched, And Moved; Of How She'd Loved Him Fiercely Despite His Mistakes And Obsessions And Weaknesses. And The Conviction Descended On Him That Love Like Theirs Couldn't Possibly Suffer Any Change.

I Make The Road. I Draw The Map. Nothing Just Happens To Me...i'm The One Happening.