If You Don't Get Sick, You Won't

When Heaven Breaks, Who Fixes It?

What I Really Want To Tell Him Is To Pick Up That Baby Of His And Hold Her Tight, To Set The Moon On The Edge Of Her Crib And To Hang Her Name Up In The Stars.

Was There A Language Of Loss? Did Everyone Who Suffered Speak A Different Dialect?

Houses Are Cellular Walls; They Keep Our Problems From Bleeding Into Everyone Else's.

Every Year I Tell Myself That I’m Not Going To Read Any Reviews And Then I Do. We’re All Human And When I Read Something Negative It Hurts. I Think When You Write It’s Part Of The Game, You’re Going To Get Some Good Reviews And Some Bad Reviews And That’s How It Goes. I Don’t Write For The Reviews.