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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.

I'm A Writer Of Faith Who Worries About The Intolerance Of Religion. I Look At The Past And Fear We Haven't Learned From It. I Believe That Humanity Is Capable Of Evil As Well As Great Acts Of Courage And Goodness. I Have Hope. Deep Down, I Believe In The Human Spirit, Although Sometimes That Belief Is Shaken.

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 Didn't Start Writing So That I Could More Deeply Know Myself. I Was Bored Of Myself, My Life, My Childhood, My Hometown. I Started Writing As A Way To Know Others, To Get Away From Myself.

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.