There Are Many Different Ways To Be

I Write From Real Life. I Am An Unrepentant Eavesdropper And A Collector Of Stories. I Record Bits Of Overheard Dialogue.

Our Histories Cling To Us. We Are Shaped By Where We Come From.

When I'm In A Good Mood I Like To Cook. But I Don't Like Saying It In Public Because I Find Myself Being Resentful Of The Idea; "now You Will Make A Good Wife. You Can Cook, Right?" So When People Ask Me I Go, "no, I Don't Like Cooking!"

...he Did Not Want Me To Seek The Whys, Because There Are Some Things That Happen For Which We Can Formulate No Whys, For Which Whys Simply Do Not Exist And, Perhaps, Are Not Necessary.

My Grandfather Died In The War, My Family Went Through The War, And It Affected My Parents In Really Profound Ways. I've Always Wanted To Write About That Period - In Some Ways To Digest It For Myself, Something That Defined Me But That I Didn't Go Through.