Life Offers More Than One Chance, Cathy,

There Is No Hate Such As That Born Out Of Love Betrayed- And My Brain Screamed Out For Revenge.

After It's All Over, The Early Childhood, A Chain Of Birthdays Woven With Candlelight, Piles Of Presents, Voices Of Relatives Singing And Praising Your Promise And Future, After The Years Of Schooling, Fitting Yourself Into Different Size Desks, Memorizing, Reciting, Reporting, And Performing For Jury After Jury Of Teachers, Counselors, And Administrators, You Still Feel Inadequate, Alone, Vulnerable, And Naked In A World That Can Be Unforgiving And Terribly Demanding.

At The End Of The Rainbow Waited The Pot Of Gold. But Rainbows Were Made Of Faint And Fragile Gossamer-and Gold Weighed A Ton-and Since The World Began, Gold Was The Reason To Do Most Anything.

It's Funny How When You're Little, You Miss All The Little Lies. They Float Right Past You, But You Don't Wonder About Them Much. For A Long Time, You Think This Is Just Something Adults Still Do After Being Kids - Pretend.

I Wish The Night Would End, I Wish The Day'd Begin, I Wish It Would Rain Or Snow, Or The Wind Would Blow, Or The Grass Would Grow, I Wish I Had Yesterday, I Wish There Were Games To Play.