No Book Or Poem Is Ever Finished,

It's One Of The Strangest Attributes Of This Profession That When We Writers Get Exhausted Writing One Thing, We Relax By Writing Another.

The Past Is Dead And Buried. But I Know Now That Buried Things Have A Way Of Rising To The Surface When One Least Expects Them To.

As Long As My Sixth Graders Showed An Average Improvement Of Five Years, The Principal And District Pretty Much Left Me Alone To Create My Own Curriculum And Teach Whatever I Wanted

I Now Understand The Need For Faith - Pure, Blind, Fly-in-the-face-of-reason Faith - As A Small Life Preserver In The Wild And Endless Sea Of A Universe Ruled By Unfeeling Laws And Totally Indifferent To The Small, Reasoning Beings That Inhabit It.

It No Longer Matters Who Consider Themselves The Masters Of Events. Events No Longer Obey Their Masters.