As A Child I Thought It Was

I Think We Southerners Have Talked A Fair Amount Of Malarkey About The Mystique Of Being Southern.

Writing Is A Fearsome But Grand Vocation—potentially Healing But Likewise Deadly. I Wouldn’t Trade My Life For The World.

The Only Thing More Destructive Than A Tornado Is A Family.

Stand Up At Sunrise And Meet What They Send You.

The Death Of Every Art Form Seems Imminent At Least Once In Every Century; But While The Very Funeral Arrangements Go Forward, Some Child Is Born Who Is Michelangelo, Picasso, Yeats.