If language were liquid, it would be rushing in. Instead here we are in a silence more eloquent than any word could ever be.

How weird it was to drive streets I knew so well. What a different perspective.

I was always inventing characters and making up stories.

My mother wanted me to understand that as a woman I could do pretty much whatever I wanted to, that I didn't have to use sex or sexuality to define myself.

I still feel conflicted because I don't always get to spend as much time with my daughter as I'd like, given my work.

Last year's troubles, They shine up so prettily, They gleam with a lustre they don't have today.

I didn't go out looking for fights as a kid, but if it was necessary, I'd fight. Fighting was a daily thing where we lived.