I Guess I'm Depressed. I Don't Know.

You Need A Whole Community To Raise A Child. I Have Raised Two Children, Alone.

Laughter Is More Serious Than Tears.

More Than Fear Of Loving Bears Or Birds Bigger Than Cows, I Fear Pathless Nights. How, I Wonder, Can I Find You In The Dark?

Your Life Is Already Artful-waiting, Just Waiting, For You To Make It Art.

I Think Women Dwell Quite A Bit On The Duress Under Which They Work, On How Hard It Is Just To Do It At All. We Are Traditionally Rather Proud Of Ourselves For Having Slipped Creative Work In There Between The Domestic Chores And Obligations. I'm Not Sure We Deserve Such Big A-pluses For All That.