Life is for the living. Don't let the fear of striking out let you from keep you from playing the game.

I nod like I’m listening,like we’re communicating, and she never knows the difference.

I don't just use yarn from a store. I buy old sweaters from consignment shops. The older the better, and unravel them. There are countries of women in this scarf/shawl/blanket. Soon it will be big enough to keep me warm.

I swallowed the fear. It’s always there– fear– and if you don’t stay on top of it, you’ll drown. I swallowed again and stood tall, shoulders broad, arms loose. I was balanced, ready to move. My body said, “Yeah, you’re bigger and stronger, but if you touch this, I will hurt you.

I want to go to sleep and not wake up, but I don’t want to die.

Art without emotion its like chocolate cake without sugar. It makes you gag.

I understood what triggered her earthquakes, most of them.