How we remember changes how we have lived. Time runs both ways. We make stories of our lives.

The military preferred - invariably - those who could be readily defined, assigned roles, understood, and controlled.

Words were power, words tried to change you, to shape bridges of longing that no one could ever really cross.

Writing is never, ever easy but I wake up every morning grateful for the gift of being able to do this.

The heart has its own laws... and the truth is... the truth is that you are the law of mine.

most hated by the dark, for their name is light.

As many have noted, the peril for authors is that our work space is too easily our play space.