The World Was A World Of Dreaming

I'm An Ecumenical Reader, Grew Up With All Sorts Of Fiction, Teach Writing, Went To The Iowa Writers' Workshop, So My Tastes And Interests Are Broad.

As Long As We Remember A Person, They're Not Really Gone. Their Thoughts, Their Feelings, Their Memories, They Become A Part Of Us.

I Was Very Much A Child Of The Cold War.

Here She Was, A Women Who Could Bolt-load A Crossbow In Under A Second, Put Half A Dozen Long Arrows In The Air In Fewer Than Five, Blade A Target Dead Through The Sweet Spot At Six Meters, On The Run, On An Off Day; And Yet Knitting A Pair Of Baby Booties Seemed Completely Beyond Her Power.

When You Write, You Take The Ball And You Hold It Up To The Light And You Turn It Slowly, And Let People Draw Their Own Conclusions. And Try To Bring Empathy To All Sides Of The Equation.