Because writing is my dialysis and my crack and my church.
Because Laura Ingalls could have been Nellie.
Because Bill O’Reilly dipped girls’ pigtails in ink.
Because Bill Clinton should have done more with his pen and less with his penis.
Because life is not a Hallmark card.
Because we are never out of range but always out of touch.
Because besides Whac-a-Mole, writing is my only skill.
Because thought is the wind and writing is the wave.
Because unchanneled intelligence is a loaded gun.
Because Stringer Bell on “The Wire” was a genius and still died young.
Because my 3rd grade teacher told me never to start a sentence with “because.”
Because every fragment wants to be an independent clause.