The next thing I wrote was in a writing class at night school. It was about a poor woman who worked at a dime store and who was all alone for Christmas in Laurel Mississippi.
What I loved about the acting class was that you got to think all day long...
Some really good things kind of swing both ways and I like to see people that...
The impetus behind going to graduate school was a year after graduating from...
But the wicked passions of men's hearts alone seem strong enough to leave...
Your thoughts and emotions are yours alone.
I think the idea that you can go this alone is - was a huge mistake. And...
You are forever alone.
How wonderful that we have met with a paradox. Now we have some hope of making progress.
