We Need Role Models Who Are Going

I Grew Up Not Understanding What Was True And What Was Not True. It Gave Me A Sense Of Unreality. I Was Told That This Man [mom's Lover] Was Not My Mother's Lover - When He Was. I Was Told He Was There As A Male Babysitter For My Brother So That He Would Learn Sports And Other Manly Things.

I Had Some Dreams, They Were Clouds In My Coffee.

The Models For Me Were More The Folk-rock Singers Of The '60s And '70s.

Then I Went Through A Big Peggy Lee Stage, Then I Became Annie Ross, Then Judy Collins.

My Scar Is Beautiful. It Looks Like An Arrow.