Garrison Keillor Read Several Of My Poems

Then You Hold Life Like A Face Between Your Palms, A Plain Face, No Charming Smile, No Violet Eyes, And You Say, Yes, I Will Take You I Will Love You, Again.

It's Impossible To Feel Good About Yourself If You Are Doing Things That You Aren't Proud Of. . . . It's Essential That You . . . [do] Things You Can Respect And Admire.

There's A Part Of Every Living Thing That Wants To Become Itself: The Tadpole Into The Frog, The Chrysalis Into The Butterfly, A Damaged Human Being Into A Whole One.that Is Spirituality.

To Love Life, To Love It Even When You Have No Stomach For It And Everything You've Held Dear Crumbles Like Burnt Paper In Your Hands, Your Throat Filled With The Silt Of It. When Grief Sits With You, Its Tropical Heat Thickening The Air, Heavy As Water More Fit For Gills Than Lungs; When Grief Weights You Like Your Own Flesh Only More Of It, An Obesity Of Grief, You Think, How Can A Body Withstand This? Then You Hold Life Like A Face Between Your Palms, A Plain Face, No Charming Smile, No Violet Eyes, And You Say, Yes, I Will Take You I Will Love You, Again.

Everyone Has The Right To Tell The Truth About Her Own Life.