My Heart Is A Ladle Of Sweet

It's A Wonder That Any Mother Ever Called A Daughter Dinah Again. But Some Did. Maybe You Guessed That There Was More To Me Than The Voiceless Cipher In The Text. Maybe You Heard It In The Music Of My Name: The First Vowel High And Clear, As When A Mother Calls To Her Child At Dusk; The Second Sound Soft, For Whispering Secrets On Pillows. Dee-nah.

Until Very Recently Men And Women Inhabited Very Separate Spheres. There Was Always Interconnection, Passion, Love. But Men And Women Didn't Hang Out At The End Of The Day And Chat About What Their Day Was Like At The Office.

Making Plans Is A Game. Life Chooses For You.

The More I Do Bookstores, The More People Come Up To Me From Church Groups. I Spoke At Pittsburg State College And Had 2 Or 3 Ministers And Book Groups From A Couple Of Churches.

There's Nothing Quite Like A Real . . . Train Conductor To Add Color To A Quotidian Commute