If The Truth Doesn't Save Us, What

Adulthood Isn't An Award They'll Give You For Being A Good Child. You Can Waste Years, Trying To Get Someone To Give That Respect To You, As Though It Were A Sort Of Promotion Or Raise In Pay. If Only You Do Enough, If Only You Are Good Enough. No. You Have To Just Take It. Give It To Yourself, I Suppose. Say, I'm Sorry You Feel Like That And Walk Away. But That's Hard

A Hundred Objective Measurements Didn't Sum The Worth Of A Garden; Only The Delight Of Its Users Did That.

It Was Never What I Wanted To Buy That Held My Heart's Hope. It Was What I Wanted To Be.

I Miss It Every Minute, And I Have No Wish At All To Go Back.

His Outflung Hands Traced Over The Threads Of His Rug, Passed Loop By Loop Through Some Patient Woman's Hands. Or Maybe She Hadn't Been Patient. Maybe She'd Been Tired, Or Irritated, Or Distracted, Or Hungry, Or Angry. Maybe She Had Been Dying. But Her Hands Had Kept Moving, All The Same.