And I See That Not Touching For

I Had A Mother I Could Only Seem To Please With Verbal Accomplishments Of Some Sort Or Another. She Read Constantly, So I Read Constantly. If I Used Words That Might Have Seemed Surprising At A Young Age, She Would Recognize That And It Would Please Her.

I Do Feel That If You Can Write One Good Sentence And Then Another Good Sentence And Then Another, You End Up With A Good Story.

I Think Of The Chimp, The One With The Talking Hands.

Just Because You Have Stopped Sinking Doesn't Mean You're Not Still Underwater.

Maybe This Is Not A Come-down-from-the-ledge Story. But I Tell It With The Thought That The Woman On The Ledge Will Ask Herself A Question, The Question That Occurred To That Man In Bogota. He Wondered How We Know That What Happens To Us Isn't Good?