The Thing That Gave Me

You Feed It All Your Woes, The Ghostly Garden Grows.

My Childhood Was Very Difficult. I Had Every Childhood Disease And Then Some, But My Parents Didnt Mollycoddle Me. They Left Me To Fight Those Battles On My Own. I Guess That Was Very Canadian, Very Stoic. But Its Good. I Had To Become A Warrior. I Had To Give Up Hope And Find A Substitute For Hope That Would Be Far More Stable.

I Am A Woman Of Heart And Mind, Looking For Affection And Respect, A Little Passion.

Ira Gershwin, Shame On Him. I Mean, Some Of The Writing.

I Paint My Joy And I Sing My Sorrow.