'help' Is A Prayer That Is Always

Becoming A Writer Is About Becoming Conscious.

Grief, As I Read Somewhere Once, Is A Lazy Susan. One Day It Is Heavy And Underwater, And The Next Day It Spins And Stops At Loud And Rageful, And The Next Day At Wounded Keening, And The Next Day Numbness, Silence.

Laughter Is Carbonated Holiness.

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

... The Reason Life Works At All Is That Not Everyone In Your Tribe Is Nuts On The Same Day. [pp. 65-66]