Write A Living Will. And Become An

Sometimes We Don't Know We're Dreaming; We Can't Even Fathom That We're Asleep.

I Thought Of All The Magazine Article I'd Read On Mothers Who Worked And Constantly Felt Guilty About Leaving Their Children With Someone Else. I Had Trained Myself To Read Pieces Like That And Silently Say To Myself, 'see How Lucky You Are?' But It Had Been Gnawing At The Inside, That Part That Didn't Fit, That I Never Let Myself Even Think About. After All, Wasn't It A Worse Kind Of Guilt To Be With Your Child And To Know That You Wanted To Be Anywhere But There?

For Me, Every Book Is A Journey - Questioning A Really Difficult Topic That Most People Don't Want To Talk About, Much Less Write About. And That's What I Need; That Works For Me As A Writer.

My Whole Life Was About Her, What If Her Whole Life Wasn’t All About Me?

Eskimos Maybe? Believed Stars Were Holes In The Sky Where People Who Died Could Peek Through At You