God Forgives Us. ... Who Am I

For Myself, Solitude Is Rather Like A Folded-up Forest That I Carry With Me Everywhere And Unfurl Around Myself When I Have Need.

God Forgives Us. ... Who Am I Not To Forgive?

Writing, Real Writing, Should Leave A Small Sweet Bruise Somewhere On The Writer . . . And On The Reader.

Latina Women Are Proud To Be Called Mrs. That Simply Means That We Have A Family.

It's Not By Accident That The Pristine Wilderness Of Our Planet Disappears As The Understanding Of Our Own Inner Wild Nature Fades.