Becoming A Writer Is About Becoming Conscious.

My Mind Is A Neighborhood I Try Not To Go Into Alone.

All I Ever Wanted Since I Arrived Here On Earth Were The Things That Turned Out To Be Within Reach. The Same Things I Needed As A Baby - To Go From Cold To Warm, Lonely To Held, The Vessel To The Giver, Empty To Full. You Can Change The World With A Hot Bath, If You Sink Into It From A Place Of Knowing That You Are Worth Profound Care, Even When You're Dirty And Rattled. Who Knew?

I Went To Church With My Grandparents Sometimes And I Loved It.

For Some Of Us, Good Books And Beautiful Writing Are Our Ultimate Solace, Even More Comforting Than Exquisite Food.

Whenever The World Throws Rose Petals At You, Which Thrill And Seduce The Ego, Beware.