Soft you day, be velvet soft, My true love approaches, Look you bright, you dusty sun, Array your golden coaches. Soft you wind, be soft as silk My true love is speaking. Hold you birds, your silver throats, His golden voice I'm seeking. Come you death, in haste, do come My shroud of black be weaving, Quiet my heart, be deathly quiet, My true love is leaving.

I believe in living a poetic life, an art full life. Everything we do from the way we raise our children to the way we welcome our friends is part of a large canvas we are creating.

I learned a long time ago the wisest thing I can do is be on my own side, be an advocate for myself and others like me.

Self-pity in its early stage is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable.

No matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.

I'm interested in women's health because I'm a woman. I'd be a darn fool not to be on my own side.

The charitable say in effect, 'I seem to have more than I need and you seem to have less than you need. I would like to share my excess with you.' Fine, if my excess is tangible, money or goods, and fine if not, for I learned that to be charitable with gestures and words can bring enormous joy and repair injured feelings.