Many Of My Books Come From What

I Imagine How Cool It Would Be If All Small Talk Wasn't Lies.

One Person's Trauma Is Another's Loss Of Innocence.

When I Was Little, The Great Mystery To Me Was Not How Babies Were Made, But Why?

Life, It Turns Out, Goes On. There Is No Cosmic Rule That Grants You Immunity From The Details Just Because You Have Come Face-to-face With A Catastrophe. The Garbage Can Still Overflow, The Bills Arrive In The Mail, Telemarketers, Interrupt Dinner.

A Place Like This Wears Down Everything, And Tolerance Is No Exception. In Here, Coexistence Passes For Forgiveness. You Do Not Learn To Like Something You Abhor; You Come To Live With It...you Live And Let Live, And Eventually That Becomes Enough.