Our Own Sorrows Seem Heavy Enough, Even

Do Not Lose Heart. We Were Made For These Times.....for Years We Have Been Learning, Practicing, Been In Training For...and Just Waiting To Meet On This Exact Plain Of Engagement.

I Hope You Will Go Out And Let Stories Happen To You.

Ours Is Not The Task Of Fixing The Entire World At Once, But Of Stretching Out To Mend The Part Of The World That Is Within Our Reach.

There Is A Time In Our Lives, Usually In Mid-life, When A Woman Has To Make A Decision - Possibly The Most Important Psychic Decision Of Her Future Life - And That Is, Whether To Be Bitter Or Not. Women Often Come To This In Their Late Thirties Or Early Forties. They Are At The Point Where They Are Full Up To Their Ears With Everything And They've "had It" And "the Last Straw Has Broken The Camel's Back" And They're "pissed Off And Pooped Out." Their Dreams Of Their Twenties May Be Lying In A Crumple. There May Be Broken Hearts, Broken Marriages, Broken Promises.

Nurture Is Like Psychic Wheaties.