If every life is a river, then it's little wonder that we do not even notice the changes that occur until we are far out in the darkest sea. One day you look around and nothing is familiar, not even your own face. My name once meant daughter, grandaughter, friend, sister, beloved. Now those words mean only what their letters spell out; Star in the night sky. Truth in the darkness. I have crossed over to a place where I never thought I'd be. I am someone I would have never imagined. A secret. A dream. I am this, body and soul. Burn me. Drown me. Tell me lies. I will still be who I am.

Some stories stayed with you even when you wanted to forget them.

Anyway, the sort of love that will not wait is probably best to pass by

After a while, the characters I'm writing begin to feel real to me. That's when I know I'm heading in the right direction

Real love, after all, was worth the price you paid, however briefly it might last.

Ironically, now that my children are older and gone quite a bit, I find it harder to work when they're not around. Too much free time!

I loved him even now, as he took a knife to my throat, as I drowned in blood, as I whispered "Cousin, you were wrong. We were born to live.