I Don't Know When I'm Writing Dark.

Don't Shame The Young For Releasing Their Pent-up Fear.

Basically If You Burst Into My Office The Walls Themselves Will Flutter As If Alive - Maybe That's The Reason For All The Wings In 'pure.

I Am Deeply Catholic And Always Will Be, But I'm No Longer A Member Of The Church. I Left In 2003 Because Of The Sex Abuse Scandal.

Sometimes When Reading Aloud To My Husband, I'll Start Crying. It Completely Stuns Me. As If The Words In My Body And On The Page - In Relation To Each Other - Are Cocooned Against My Own Feelings About What I'm Writing Until They're Loosed In The Air And Become Their Own. Then I Realize What I May Or May Not Have Done.

She Glances Back Before Stepping Into The Alley, And She Catches Her Grandfather Looking At Her The Way He Does Sometimes--as If She's Already Gone, As If He's Practicing Sorrow.