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

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

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 wish to be a cat. I like to imagine I was a cat in a past life.

Synchronicities fall under the "magic" heading to me.

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."

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.