My brother and I were meditating before we were 6 years old, having to stare at the wall and chant.

I grew up in a commune where no one considered me female, particularly.

Men are allowed to write songs about people and women are allowed to write songs about women

My parents didn't treat me as if there was anything in the world I couldn't do, except be unkind.

Now I know I'll never be numb again. A mother is condemned to feel everything forever. And I'm finally afraid, condemned to fear everything forever. But that makes sense: feel someone else's pain, feel someone else's everything.And he's my baby, so everything's okay.

We didn't really swallow much of the Jesus thing, but we got the vocab.

We need a day of the dead. That's a perfect celebration.