She [my Mother] Gave Me Permission To

I've Never Been Convinced That Experience Is Linear, Circular, Or Even Random. It Just Is. I Try To Put It In Some Kind Of Order To Extract Meaning From It, To Bring Meaning To It.

(m)aybe We Too Busy Being Flowers Or Fairies Or Strawberries Instead Of Something Honest And Worthy Of Respect . . . You Know . . . Like Being People.

The Role Of The Artist Is To Make The Revolution Irresistible

People Have To Be Given Permission To Write, And They Have To Be Given Space To Breathe And Stumble. They Have To Be Given Time To Develop And To Reveal What They Can Do.

She [my Mother] Gave Me Permission To Wonder, To Dawdle, To Daydream.