What made something precious? Losing it and finding it.

I think this is something that is naturally built in in people, a need for attention and a need to be special and we are always trying to find a balance.

Being asked, "Where are you REALLY from?" It makes one feel OTHERED.

I am very active on Twitter and one thing that keeps popping up is "How do I balance having a kid and writing?" And I know it should not be as aggravating, but I know no one ever asks a male writer that. Or, any male that.

If a news camera shows up, people will line up, they want to be seen. But at the same time they want both to be chosen and not singled out. I think that is an endless struggle within most.

After a while, the fear became a habit, too.

What made something precious? Losing it and finding it.