I Would Not Send A First Story

She Has The Gift Of Accepting Her Life.

With Children The Clock Is Reset. We Forget What Came Before

The First Sentence Of A Book Is A Handshake, Perhaps An Embrace.

Somehow, Bad News, However Ridden With Static, However Filled With Echoes, Always Manages To Be Conveyed.

I've Seen Novels That Have Grown Out Of One Story In A Collection. But It Hasn't Occurred To Me To Take Any Of Those Stories And Build On Them. They Seem Very Finished For Me, So I Don't Feel Like Going Back And Dredging Them Up.