Novels attempt to render human experience; that's really all they are. They are meant to convey empathy for the character.

There's nothing like a song about lost love to remind you how everything precious can slip from the hinges where you've hung it so careful.

Journal became a sanctuary where I could pour out in honesty my pain and joy. It recorded my footsteps and helped me understand where I was standing, where I had been, and even where God pointed.

There is no place so AWAKE and ALIVE as the edge of becoming.

Whatever else you do, listen to your Deepest Self. Love Her and be true to Her, speak Her truth, always.

I worried so much about how I looked and whether I was doing things right, I felt half the time I was impersonating a girl instead of really being one.

When had my fear of broken plates gotten so grandiose? My desire for extravagant moments so small?