Sometimes I Hear My Voice

I Don't Want To Sit On The Sidelines And Not Value The Gift Of Being Here. Instead Of The Idea Of Time Ticking Away, The Grains Of Sand Running Out, I Try To Think Of Time As Giving Me Another Grain Of Sand, Another Gift. So Time Passing Is An Accumulation, Rather Than A Diminishing.

God Sometimes You Just Don't Come Through, Do You Need A Woman To Look After You?

I Wanted To Do Something Creatively, Having Been A Beached Whale For Many Months And Nursing My Daughter.

There Is Value In Everybody's Gift. No Matter How Hard To Find Or Strange It Is.

...her Entire Life Has Been Devoted To Healing The Deepest, Most Invasive Unseeable Scar That One Can Ever Have.