I Grew Up In A Household Where

If You've Lived Through It, You Already Know There Are No Words That Will Ever Come Close To Describing It, And If You Didn't - You Will Never Understand.

The Problem Isn’t With Rock Lyrics, It’s With The Fabric Of This Society Itself.

Any Highway . . . They All Take You To The Same Place, Don't They?

The Best Way To Prevent A Heartache Was To Cushion The Coming Blow.

Where Did You Go?" "to The End Of The Driveway," My Mother Says. "i Was Nine Months Pregnant; That Was The Maximum Distance I Could Waddle Without Feeling As If My Uterus Was Falling Out." I Wince. "do You Have To Be Quite So Graphic?" "what Would You Like Me To Call It, Zoe? A Fetal Living Room?