Honest Criticism, I Suppose, Has

Childhood, After All, Is Not An Ending, But Rather A State Full Of Potent Curiosity.

People Are Least Aware Of Others When Demonstrating Their Own Power Over Them.

We Who Were Born Were Not Witnesses To Our Birth: Like Death, It Is Something We Are Forever After Trying To Catch Sight Of.

I Remain Fascinated By Where You Go As A Woman Once You Are A Mother, And If You Ever Come Back.

A Creative Writing Workshop Will Contain Students Whose Ambitions And Abilities, Whose Conceptions Of Literature Itself, Are So Diverse That What They Have In Common - The Desire To Write - Could Almost Be Considered Meaningless.