There is the truth of history, and there is the truth of what a person remembers.

Sometimes you just have to reach out and grab what you want, even when they tell you not to. This is something that I've struggled with my whole life long.

Friends are supposed to act like harbor boats-let you know if you're off course. But it ain't always possible.

How wide and sweet and wild motherhood and sisterhood can be.

What they don't know is that I went over the edge years ago, and lived to tell the tale.

I now know that things I always thought I could depend on can crash in an instant. Because of the love that I have been shown, I now know what it means to be 'beloved.' I now know that no breath is to be taken for granted.

Flowers heal me. Tulips make me happy. I keep myself surrounded by them as soon as they start coming to the island from Canada, and after that when they come from the fields in La Connor, not far from where I live.