That Was What Gospel Was Meant To

My Life Has Been Saved Over And Over Again By Picking Up A Book In Which Someone Captured The Whole Experience Of Being Despised And Not Dying.

If I Could Have Found What I Needed At Thirteen, I Would Not Have Lost So Much Of My Life Chasing Vindication Or Death. Give Some Child, Some Thirteen-year Old, The Hope Of The Remade Life. Tell The Truth. Write The Story That You Were Always Afraid To Tell. I Swear To You There Is Magic In It.

Why Write Stories? To Join The Conversation.

Twenty Years After We Had Left So Fierce And Proud, We Were All Right Back Where We Had Started, Yoked To Each Other And The Same Old Drama.

I Claimed Myself And Remade My Life.