Susan Hart Snyder doesn't sleep very well."It's those darn hamsters endlessly spinning the wheels in my brain. On and on they run, their tiny paws racing, their itty-bitty tongues flapping, their pea brains leading them down the circular path to nowhere."In this collection, the title essay "Hell is Not a Place; It's a Time" is a metaphorical reassurance to those who also happen to have their own hamsters scratching around in their brains that they...