That's how women are, always studyin' each other and wonderin' how they look up 'gainst the next.

The twisted circumstances under which we live is grist for the writing mill, the loving, hating and discovering, finding new handles for old pitchers . . .

I am lonesome so regular it's like a job I gotta report to every day.

writing is a labor of love and also an act of defiance, a way to light a candle in a gale wind.

Everybody's got some sin, but if it troubles your heart you're a gentle sinner, just a good soul gone wrong.

I'm independent as a hog on ice and a hog on ice is dead, cold, well-preserved and don't need a mother'grabbin, thing.

That's how women are, always studyin' each other and wonderin' how they look up 'gainst the next.