If Our Bodies Aren't Being

The Gift Of My Childhood Was Laughter, Being Able To Find The Humor.

You Hit The Wall Almost Right When You Get Up To The Top. If There's A Female Writer Being Suggested To Do A Rewrite On A Script, It's Always The Big Boys Going, "mm, Let's Go With [a Man]..."

Art Is So Subjective, And People Can React However They Want.

I'm Sprouting More Than One Wonderful Grey Hair.

It's Sad, Something Coming To An End. It Cracks You Open, In A Way - Cracks You Open To Feeling.