When I Wrote And Got Out Of

Whether We Know It Or Not, We Transmit The Presence Of Everyone We Have Ever Known, As Though By Being In Each Other's Presence We Exchange Our Cells, Pass On Some Of Our Lifeforce, And Then We Go On Carrying That Person In Our Body, Not Unlike Springtime When Certain Plants In Fields We Walk Through Attach Their Seeds In The Form Of Small Burrs To Our Socks, Our Pants, Our Caps, As If To Say, 'go On, Take Us With You, Carry Us To Root In Another Place.' This Is How We Survive Long After We Are Dead. This Is Why It Is Important Who We Become, Because We Pass It On.

Use Loneliness. Its Ache Creates Urgency To Reconnect With The World. Take That Aching And Use It To Propel You Deeper Into Your Need For Expression - To Speak, To Say Who You Are.

I Read Eve Ensler And Thought It Was Fabulous. Not Only That, But It Was Really The Only Thing I Could Relate To About Cancer.

A Writer's Job Is To Give The Reader A Larger Vision Of The World.

It Is Very Important To Go Home If You Want Your Work To Be Whole. You Don't Have To Move In With Your Parents Again And Collect A Weekly Allowance, But You Must Claim Where You Come From And Look Deep Into It. Come To Honor And Embrace It, Or At The Least, Accept It.