We Start Out As Little Bits Of

I Want To Be Someone Making Music/with My Coming.

Maybe When Your Mother Died Young, You Became Instantly Old.

You Know, Those Of Us Who Leave Our Homes In The Morning And Expect To Find Them There When We Go Back - It's Hard For Us To Understand What The Experience Of A Refugee Might Be Like.

My Mother Used To Tell Me When I Went Somewhere, "please Leave Your Foolishness At Home." But How Could I Do That? It Was Stuck On Me.

The Writing Of Kathleen Mcgookey Shines More Brightly Than Most Fine Things We Feel Pleasure To Read. Celebrate It!