I quickly learned that motherhood was a high wire act sometimes performed without a net.
Marita GoldenNovelists have to love humanity to write anything worthwhile. Poets have to love themselves.
Marita GoldenI am a stranger to half measures. With life I am on the attack, restlessly ferreting out each pleasure, foraging for answers, wringing from it even the pain. I ransack life, hunt it down. I am the hungry peasants storming the palace gates. I will have my share. No matter how it tastes.
Marita Golden