My writing is full of lives I might have led.

See, people come into your life for a reason. They might not know it themselves, why. You might not know it. But there's a reason. There has to be

Sometimes people surprise us. People we believe we know.

You wake up one morning, those years are gone. There's a comfort in this fact perhaps. I want to think that there must be comfort in all facts we can't alter.

As a farm girl, even when I was quite young, I had my 'farm chores' - but I had time also to be alone, to explore the fields, woods and creek side. And to read.

At all crucial moments in our lives we want to speak without knowing what to say.

Writing is the most solitary of arts.