When Your Rage Is Choking You, It

I Just Knew There Were Stories I Wanted To Tell.

The Child In Each Of Us Knows Paradise. Paradise Is Home. Home As It Was Or Home As It Should Have Been. Paradise Is One's Own Place, One's Own People, One's Own World, Knowing And Known, Perhaps Even Loving And Loved. Yet Every Child Is Cast From Paradise- Into Growth And New Community, Into Vast, Ongoing Change.

I Lost An Arm On My Last Trip Home.

That Which Could Hunger, Could Starve.

All Struggles Are Essentially Power Struggles. Who Will Rule? Who Will Lead? Who Will Define, Refine, Confine, Design? Who Will Dominate? All Struggles Are Essentially Power Struggles,and Most Are No More Intellectual Than Two Rams Knocking Their Heads Together.