We Should Not Be Less Than What

Genocide Is Like A Dessert. It Is Made Of The Flesh And Bones Of Woman And Children, It Is Sweetened With The Blood Of The Innocent, And It Is Baked In The Ovens Of Auschwitz. There Were Truths To Be Learnt And There Was Wisdom To Be Gained... But There Was A Price To To Be Paid As Well. You Could Not Brush Up Against The Future And Escape Unscathed. You Could Not See Into The Forbidden And Avoid Damage To Your Sight.

Hurt Leads To Bitterness, Bitterness To Anger, Travel Too Far That Road And The Way Is Lost.

I Remember One Winter, When I Was About Five Or Six, I Spent Three Days With Another Boy, Tracking A Bobcat That Had Been Sighted In Another County Fifty Miles Away, But Which I Was Sure Had Come Into Our Neighborhood.

Writing Fantasy Lets Me Imagine A Great Deal More Than, Say, Writing About Alligators, And Lets Me Write About Places More Distant Than Florida, But I Can Tell You Things About Florida And Alligators, Let You Make The Connection All On Your Own.

In Bad Weather, I Spent Hours Drawing Action Figures On Paper, Coloring Them, Backing Them On Cardboard, Then Cutting Them Out And Creating Whole Stories Around Their Lives.