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My Grandmother Influenced Me So Deeply.

I Grew Up Hearing Words Like Snakeroot, Sassafras, Mullein - Things That Had Wondrous, Mysterious Sounds In Their Names.

There's Nothing Trite About Being Consoled In A World That Does Everything In Its Power To Deliver Sorrow.

For A Very Long Time, I Wrote A Book A Year, And Was Eager And Willing To Do It, To Put Bread On The Table, To Have My Work Out There. Now I Must Write A Book Every Two Years, And That's Never Enough Time, Either.

In World War One, They Called It Shell Shock. Second Time Around, They Called It Battle Fatigue. After 'nam, It Was Post-traumatic Stress Disorder.