Most things take more time than we believe they will. But, now, what about love? Will love take more time than you think? I don’t know anything about love. That is true, she agreed. Yet, every mile yo...
Nothing on this planet could slink like a fox, Mom said, except maybe a politician in a beer joint.
Lunar Geology Rocks.
At that moment, it occurred to Elsie that it was men who caused most of the problems in the world and that included the Captain, Homer, Malcolm, Karl Marx, and even Buddy Ebsen. It made her angry, tha...
There’s a plan. If you’re willing to fight it hard enough, you can make it detour for a while, but you’re still going to end up wherever God wants you to be. G
Agitators were dispatched to Coalwood in droves and, very soon, wildcat strikes were hitting the mine every
The morning sun was a grinning, red-toothed warrior, come to slay the night. Bloody and quick, it tore through the night-riding clouds sitting on the purplish, rolling sea and flung a silver-white spe...
Elsie started to tell a lie she knew her husband wanted to hear. I don’t love Buddy. I love you. To her astonishment, what came out was I’m sorry. When she realized what she had said, she tried to tel...
Not much comes easy in this world, Sonny. If it does, it's best to be suspicious of it. It's probably not worth much.
At this declaration, Homer recalled some instruction from Captain Laird. When a woman tells a man there’s something they need to talk about, the great man had advised, my advice is to avail yourself o...
A gillie, by golly! But it’s illegal! It knows, Crater
So, you met Steinbeck, mused Hemingway over his port after the women had left. It is a fateful peculiarity that you might meet him and me at virtually the same time. To what do you attribute that, Hom...
Maybe that’s what life is, Elsie said. Mysteries atop mysteries. We think we know everything but we don’t know anything, not really.
Hemingway reached over and took Elsie’s hand. Do you know Dylan Thomas? I have always admired his take on death. Like he, I intend to go raging against the dying of the light. Dear,
A man can't hit a woman and stay a man. He becomes a loathsome thing, even to himself. But the woman who stays with such a man panders to his darkness. They both risk their souls.
You think you don’t need anything, she said. You think you know yourself completely. Yet, the paradox is that you are on this journey to discover who you really are. But