I think we're skating on surfaces. I know it in my own life - and I think that is where this frustration comes in. It's not the place we want to be, but it's the place our society requires that we be. There is no fulfillment there. So we become numbed, we become drugged, we become less than we are. And I think that we know that.

I appreciate all of the unexpected places, internal and external, that my writing has taken me.

What is private belongs to me alone. What is personal belongs to all of us through the shared experience of being human.

Each voice is distinct and has something to say. Each voice deserves to be heard. But it requires the act of listening.

What is evolution if not creative adaptation and the progression of our own souls?

I write because it is dangerous, a bloody risk, like love, to form the words, to say the words, to touch the source, to be touched, to reveal how vulnerable we are, how transient.

I admire how she protects her energy and understands her limitations.