To Err Is Human, To Forgive Is

The Death Penalty Is A Poor Person's Issue. Always Remember That: After All The Rhetoric That Goes On In The Legislative Assemblies, In The End, When The Deck Is Cast Out, It Is The Poor Who Are Selected To Die In This Country.

Time Rushes By And Yet Time Is Frozen. Funny How We Get So Exact About Time At The End Of Life And At Its Beginning. She Died At 6:08 Or 3:46, We Say, Or The Baby Was Born At 4:02. But In Between We Slosh Through Huge Swatches Of Time--weeks, Months, Years, Decades Even.

If You Are Going To Do Something For The Poor, The Abused, Or The Imprisoned, Above All Be Faithful. People With Broken Lives Often Come From Lives With Broken Promises.

I Keep Thinking Of The Gifts Of My Own Upbringing, Which I Once Took For Granted: I Can Read Any Book I Choose And Comprehend It. I Can Write A Complete Sentence And Punctuate It Correctly. If I Need Help, I Can Call On Judges, Attorneys, Educators, Ministers. I Wonder What I Would Be Like If I Had Grown Up Without Such Protections And Supports. What Cracks Would Have Turned Up In My Character?

Writing Is Like Praying, Because You Stop All Other Activities, Descend Into Silence, And Listen Patiently To The Depths Of Your Soul, Waiting For True Words To Come. When They Do, You Thank God Because You Know The Words Are A Gift, And You Write Them Down As Honestly And Cleanly As You Can.