Angie was where most of me began and all of me ended.

People surprise you sometimes.

Maybe honor was in its twilight. Maybe it had always been heading that way. Or worse, maybe it had always been an illusion.

It's hard to close the door on optimistic expectations when you love someone.

I love to write, so it rarely seems like work - even when it gets arduous.

Don't get me wrong, I love literary fiction. It's faux literary fiction I can't stand.