There Is Good And Mediocre Writing Within

I Feel Like Cotton Candy: Sugar And Air. Squeeze Me And I’d Turn Into A Small Sickly Damp Wad Of Weeping Pinky-red.

When A Man Is Attacked In Print, It's Usually For Saying What He Says; When A Woman Is Attacked In Print, It's Often For Being Who She Is.

There Is Never Only One, Of Anyone

What Is The Real Breath Of A Man — The Breathing Out Or The Breathing In?

Freedom, Like Everything Else, Is Relative.