So Close To Touching Freedom, Then I

Haze All Clouding Up In My Mind In The Daze Of The Why It Could've Never Been.

I Don't Really Cook. There Are Caterers, And My Husband Cooks.

At 15, I Knew Someone Whose Mother Cooked Macrobiotic, So I Persuaded My Mother To Go Macrobiotic With Me.

There Is Value In Everybody's Gift. No Matter How Hard To Find Or Strange It Is.

I Call That God The Little G. Because The God That We've Been Worshipping Is Not To Me The Supreme Creator. Anybody Who Needs To Control And Make People Feel Ashamed. . .it's Like, 'i Send My Only Begotten Son. . .' Well You Know, That Concept Of Sending A Son Where We As Women Could, Like, Breastfeed Him And Give Him Milk, But He's Not Gonna Soil His Dinky With Us? What's That All About?