As a writer, I have learned that each time I pick up my pencil I betray someone.

I am not so interested in religion or dogma of any kind. It is too restrictive for me, too organizational, too hierarchical, and too tied up in power and being right. You call it a "rabid evangelism."

Choosing with integrity means finding ways to speak up that honor your reality, the reality of others, and your willingness to meet in the center of that large field. It’s hard sometimes.

There are things within the culture that absolutely enrage me, and for me it is sacred rage. But it's not just peculiar to Mormonism - it's any patriarchy that I think stops, thwarts, or denies our creativity.

My voice is born repeatedly in the fields of uncertainty.

The mind creates those things that exist.

I wonder about silence. Also about darkness. I love the idea that city lights are a "conspiracy" against higher thoughts.