Women's Work Is Always Toward Wholeness.

Inside My Mother's Death / I Lay And Could Not Breathe.

Life Is Always Bringing Unexpected Gifts.

How Unnatural The Imposed View, Imposed By A Puritanical Ethos, That Passionate Love Belongs Only To The Young, That People Are Dead From The Neck Down By The Time They Are Forty, And That Any Deep Feeling, Any Passion After That Age, Is Either Ludicrous Or Revolting!

Go Rich In Poverty. Go Rich In Poetry. This Nothingness Is Plentitude.

How Much Hope, Expectation, And Sheer Hard Work Goes Into The Smallest Success! There Is No Being Sure Of Anything Except That Whatever Has Been Created Will Change In Time.