My Mother's Life Was Way Too Heavy

Loss Takes Up Inside Of Everything Sooner Or Later And Eats Right Through It.

Have You Ever Written A Letter You Knew You Could Never Mail But You Needed To Write It Anyway?

I Marvel At How Good I Was Before I Met Him, How I Lived Molded To The Smallest Space Possible, My Days The Size Of Little Beads That Passed Without Passion Through My Fingers. So Few People Know What They're Capable Of. At Forty-two I'd Never Done Anything That Took My Own Breath Away, And I Suppose Now That Was Part Of The Problem - My Chronic Inability To Astonish Myself.

Every Living Creature On The Earth Is Special. You Want To Be The One That Puts An End To One Of Them?

You Have To Find A Mother Inside Yourself. We All Do. Even If We Already Have A Mother, We Still Have To Find This Part Of Ourselves Inside