I Prefer To Have Some Beliefs That

Here Is The Most Telling Fact: You Wish To Possess Me.
 Here Is Another Fact: I Loved You And Let You Think You Could.

Coming Down Off The Trail, I Am Lost In My Own Thoughts And Unprepared When A Bear Chugs Across The Path Just Before It Gives Out On The Gravel Road. I Am So Distracted That I Keep Walking Towards The Bear. I Only Stop When It Rears, Stands On Hind Legs, And Stares At Me, Sensitive Nose Pressed Into The Air, Weak Eyes Searching. I Have Never Been This Close To A Wild Bear Before, But I Am Not Frightened. There Is No Menace In Its Stance; It Is Not Even Curious. The Bear Seems To Know Who Or What I Am. The Bear Is Not Impressed.

A Woman's Body Is The Gate To This Life. A Man's Body Is The Gate To The Next Life.

I Am At The Bookstore A Lot, But Let My Friends, The Professional Birchbark Books Staff, Handle The Day In And Day Out.

It Didn't Occur To Me That My Books Would Be Widely Read At All, And That Enabled Me To Write Anything I Wanted To. And Even Once I Realized That They Were Being Read, I Still Wrote As If I Were Writing In Secret. That's How One Has To Write Anyway--in Secret.