Richard Maltby Jr.

Stories don't always end where their authors intended. But there is joy in following them, wherever they take us.

There's something delicious about writing those first few words of a story. You can never quite tell where they will take you. Mine took me here, where I belong.

My mother and I have come to an understanding. We've agreed not understand each other.

We did it! Did you hear my heart? It was a kettle drum! You see, we can't stay home all our lives! We must present ourselves to the world, and we must look upon it as an adventure!