I Became A Mom At 37 And

Press The Button, Pump The Water, Build The Pressure, Push The Piston, Press The Button. It's The Perfect Job.

Anger Is Natural. It's Part Of The Force. You Just Have To Learn To Hang Out With It.

Let's Be Honest. You Let Yourself Be Pulled In Because It Felt Good To Be Wanted, Needed. But Then It Went Too Far, As Projected Images Always Do. If It's Not A Real Image, But One That Has Been Projected On To You, Then You Can Keep Up The Masquerade For Only So Long Before The Mask Cracks And The Paint On The Mask Peels Away.

I Was Very Close To My Mother As The Youngest Of Three. She Was My Playmate.

From In The Shadow She Calls. And In The Shadow She Finds A Way, Finds A Way. And In The Shadow She Crawls, Clutching Her Faded Photograph. My Image Under Her Thumb. Yes With A Message For My Heart. She’s Been Everybody Else’s Girl Maybe One Day She’ll Be Her Own.