Well, sometime Mr —— git on me pretty hard. I have to talk to Old Maker. But he my husband. I shrug my shoulders. This life soon be over, I say. Heaven last all ways. You ought to bash Mr —— head open, she say. Think bout heaven later.

But I don't know how to fight. All I know how to do is stay alive.

Writing saved me from the sin and inconvenience of violence.

I see children, all children, as humanity's most precious resource, because it will be to them that the care of the planet will always be left.

Anything that forces you to act at the possible harm of your own existence is going to exact a cost. You have to then think about, "Can I pay this? What will this mean to me - to my relationships, to my family, to everybody? What is this going to take? How much of me is this going to take?"

Always with me was the inner twin: my true nature, my true self. It is timeless, free, compassionate and in love with whatever is natural to me

Dear God...I have always been a good girl. Maybe you can give me a sign letting me know what is happening to me.