You Were My Home, Mother. I Had

The Word Rattled In My Head Like Rocks In An Oatmeal Box.

I Felt Like An Undeveloped Photograph That He Was Printing, My Image Rising To The Surface Under His Gaze.

Being In The Library Is So Addictive For Me That I Really Have To Exercise Self-control So I Can Get Some Writing Done At Home.

What Can She Possibly Teach You, Twenty Seven Names For Tears?

The Story Of Her Life. God Gave You Everything Just To Take It Away. Just So You Knew Exactly What You Were Missing.