What Was Life Asking Of Me? How

Whether Love Of Friend, Love Of Country, Love Of God, Or Even Love Of Enemy—love Reveals To Us The Truly Miraculous Nature Of The Human Spirit.

He Threw His Burning Cigarette Onto Our Clean Living Room Floor And Ground It Into The Wood With His Boot. We Were About To Become Cigarettes.

One Day When I Was Fourteen, I Told Charlie That I Hated Mother. “don’t Hate Her, Jo,” He Told Me. “feel Sorry For Her. She’s Not Near As Smart As You. She Wasn’t Born With Your Compass, So She Wanders Around, Bumping Into All Sorts Of Walls. That’s Sad.” I Understood What He Meant, And It Made Me See Mother Differently. But Wasn’t There Some Sort Of Rule That Said Parents Had To Be Smarter Than Their Kids? It Didn’t Seem Fair.

Decisions, They Shape Our Destiny.

Somehow I Had To Turn The Salted Peanuts In The Cigar Box Into Petits Fours.