Piece By Piece, My Mother Is Being

Everything That Comes To Us Is A Blessing Or A Test. That’s All You Need To Know In This Life…just The Certainty That God’s Got His Eye On You, That He Knows What You Are Made Of, What You Need To Grow On. Why,questioning’s A Sin, It’s Pointless. He Will Show You Your Path In His Own Good Time. And Long As I Remember That, I’m Fine.

Beauty, My First Girlfriend Said To Me, Is That Inner Quality Often Associated With Great Amounts Of Leisure Time.

I Claimed Myself And Remade My Life.

Stories Are The One Sure Way I Know To Touch The Heart And Change The World.

I Want Hard Stories, I Demand Them From Myself. Hard Stories Are Worth The Difficulty. It Seems To Me The Only Way I Have Forgiven Anything, Understood Anything, Is Through That Process Of Opening Up To My Own Terror And Pain And Reexamining It, Re-creating It In The Story, And Making It Something Different, Making It Meaningful - Even If The Meaning Is Only In The Act Of The Telling.