My Father Was A Minister And So

If All I Can Say Is I'm Not In This Swamp, I'm Not In This Swamp Then There Is Not A Rope In Front Of Me And There Is Not An Alligator Behind Me And There Is Not A Girl Sitting At The Edge Eating A Hot Dog And If I Believe That, Then Dying Would Be The Only Answer Because Then Death Couldn't Come And Say Peachy To Me Anymore And After All She Has A Brother Who Believes In Hope.

I've Been Known To Throw Watermelons, Backstage, At People Who Are Giving Me News I Don't Want To Hear. But I Never Aim For The Head.

I Think Everyone Understands Grief, The Journey It Takes Us On, Whether It's The Death Of A Loved One, The End Of A Relationship, A Disappointment. Some People Don't Deal With It, The Power Of It. Some Do. Some Feel The Weight Of It And It Informs Their Choices. I've Had To Open Up To Grief In Different Contexts.

I Was Very Close To My Mother As The Youngest Of Three. She Was My Playmate.

I Was Fascinated To Think About A Place Where Men Could Be The Mothers And I Thought Of My Own Song-writing And I Decided To Have A Relationship With Their Daughters.