I try to see the dark and light in everything. This is my way of comforting myself when I am dealing with those emotions.

It was always a relief when she came home to him. Like water or food. Like music or that moment when you cut yourself with a knife and squeeze the skin and no blood oozes out.

Pulling heads off Barbies, sticking them on the TV antenna and ruining the reception. But thats how witch babies are.

The girl in the mirror wasn't who I wanted to be and her life wasn't the one I wanted to have.

love is the only thing we have to save us

Maybe her own tears were the poison that made her grow.

Just like any woman,...we weave our stories out of our bodies. Some of us through our children, or our art; some do it just by living. It's all the same.