Grade School Was Perilous. ... I Can

If High Heels Were So Wonderful, Men Would Still Be Wearing Them.

The Memory Is Like Orbiting Twin Stars, One Visible, One Dark, The Trajectory Of What's Evident Forever Affected By The Gravity Of What's Concealed.

You Write One Book And You're Ready For Fame And Fortune. I Don't Know That People Are Spending The Time And Attention On Learning How To Write-which Takes Years. Everybody Sees The Success Stories.

Emotion Doesn't Travel In A Straight Line. Like Water, Our Feelings Trickle Down Through Cracks And Crevices, Seeking Out The Little Pockets Of Neediness And Neglect, The Hairline Fractures In Our Character Usually Hidden From Public View.

If You're Unhappy, Change Something.