The way we live history is not the way historians tell history. Our lives are messy and chaotic and bewildering.

The way we live history is not the way historians tell history. Our lives are messy and chaotic and bewildering.

Writing is a way of processing our lives. And it can be a way of healing.

There is a time of reckoning in all our lives.

So far as we live and strive at all, our lives are various, are needed for the whole, and are unique.

Our lives aren't prepackaged along narrative lines and, therefore, by its very nature, reality-based art - underprocessed, underproduced - splinters and explodes.