Overwhelm, panic, and wanting to flee were states of being in my everyday life as I tried to figure out life on my own, in the city I had grown up in, after an entire life made in Olympia, Washington for the eight years previous.

Overwhelm, panic, and wanting to flee were states of being in my everyday life as I tried to figure out life on my own, in the city I had grown up in, after an entire life made in Olympia, Washington for the eight years previous.

I pay attention as much as I can. I try to surround myself with other women with magical powers and a lot falls under the heading "magical powers."

To me, magic is everywhere.

I love indices! They are poetry in and of themselves, depending on the book.

I'd like to imagine that "dreamoir" becomes a subgenre of nonfiction, maybe ultimately because I'd love to read many more dreamoirs by other writers - poets and memoirists especially.

The women in my family - my grandmother and my mother - have been both sources of comfort and terror. Protection was not always available.