This Was The Wonderful Thing

She’s Not As Pretty As You,” I Said “but She’s A Simpler Girl,” My Mother Whispered.

I Thought Clay Must Feel Happy In The Good Potter's Hand.

I'm Incredibly Restless. I Read A Lot Of Poetry. I Also Find Myself Reading The First 20 Pages Of Everything, Looking For Something. And You Know What? I'm Usually Looking For The Book I'm Writing. And It's Not Out There!

Panic Was The Worst Thing. When You Panicked, You Couldn't See Possibilities. Then Came Despair.

Whenever She Thought She Could Not Feel More Alone, The Universe Peeled Back Another Layer Of Darkness.