Poetry Is Really A Way Of Sharing

I Don't Remember My Father Reading To Me, But I Remember Him Telling Me Bedtime Stories. I Got To Pick What Was In Them, And Then He'd Make Them Up.

After My Mom Died, There Was So Much Written About Her Fashion And Her Style And All That, And I Felt That One Of The Most Important Parts Of Her Was Missing, Her Real Intellectual Curiosity.

I Can’t Stand To Hear His [obama’s] Voice Anymore. He’s A Liar, And Worse.

In My Family In Particular, I Think, There Was A Sense We Have To Work Twice As Hard.

I Enjoy Writing. I Enjoy That Kind Of Process.