Self-criticism Is An Art Not Many Are

It's Where We Go, And What We Do When We Get There, That Tells Us Who We Really Are.

Life Is Like Boxing In Many Unsettling Respects. But Boxing Is Only Like Boxing.

Later, Her First Intense, Serious Love Affair, Yes Then She'd Lost Something More Tangible, If Undefinable: Her Heart? Her Independence? Her Control Of, Definition Of, Self? That First True Loss, The Furious Bafflement Of It. And Never Again Quite So Assured, Confident.

I Think Whenever We Think Of Our Hometowns, We Tend To Think Of Very Specific People: With Whom You Rode On The School Bus, Who Was Your Next Door Neighbor You Were Playing With, Who Your Girlfriend Was. It's Always Something Very Specific.

I Am More Or Less Reading All The Time.