The Destiny Of Earthseed Is To Take

I'm A 48-year-old Writer Who Can Remember Being A 10-year-old Writer And Who Expects Someday To Be An 80-year-old Writer. I'm Also Comfortably Asocial -- A Hermit In The Middle Of Los Angeles -- A Pessimist If I'm Not Careful, A Feminist, A Black, A Former Baptist, An Oil-and-water Combination Of Ambition, Laziness, Insecurity, Certainty, And Drive.

Not Everyone Has Been A Bully Or The Victim Of Bullies, But Everyone Has Seen Bullying, And Seeing It, Has Responded To It By Joining In Or Objecting, By Laughing Or Keeping Silent, By Feeling Disgusted Or Feeling Interested.

I Lost An Arm On My Last Trip Home.

Better To Stay Alive," I Said. "at Least While There's A Chance To Get Free." I Thought Of The Sleeping Pills In My Bag And Wondered Just How Great A Hypocrite I Was. It Was So Easy To Advise Other People To Live With Their Pain.

Sometimes, One Must Become A Master To Avoid Becoming A Slave.