Around Eighth Grade I Decided I Wanted

I Don't Look At People's Expressions, Because I Still Get Nervous When I Play, Especially When I First Put The Harp Up There. I Just Try To Tune - It Takes Me A Half-hour To Tune, And I Get Nervous If I Look At Anybody When I Do It.

What A Woman Does Is Open Doors. And It Is Not A Question Of Locking Or Unlocking.

I Would Happy For Someone To Download My Music.

And All That We Built, And All That We Breathed And All That We Spilled Or Pulled Up Like Weeds Is Piled Up In Back And It Burns Irrevocably And We Spoke Up In Turns 'til The Silence Crept Over Me.

I Had Known That People Would Probably Have Strange Reactions To My Voice, Because I Have Kind Of An Unwieldy, Difficult Voice, But I Never Thought That Anybody Would Have A Problem With The Harp. I Just Assumed... C'mon, It's A Beautiful Instrument.