Being nuts is its own reward.

Who's elk horn do I have to blow in order to get something to eat around here?

My kids were completely out of control, while I was working fifteen hours a day plus weekends. I screamed a lot, something I'm not particularly proud of, but it was that or firearms.

I'm not upset about my divorce. I'm only upset that I'm not a widow.

I survived my childhood by birthing many separate identities to stand in for one another in times of great stress and fear.

Ever since I was a girl, I have written about one to five pages every day - on napkins, on scrap paper, in notebooks and tablets, on the walls in my room as a teenager, and in orange paint on the cheap white plastic blinds in my room.

Being nuts is its own reward.