In which a conclusion is drawn, many “umms” and “y’knows” are uttered, and the author’s resemblance to Greta Van Susteren becomes painfully obvious.
Mama said wisely, “A boy gets to be a man when a man is needed. Remember this thing. I have known boys forty years old because there was no need for a man.”
Of all that is written I love only what a man has written with his blood. Write with blood, and you will experience that blood is spirit.
What cannot be cured must be endured.