There Is Always Room For

Pain's Nothing. Pain's What You Give, Not What You Get.

The Stars Looked Like Nail Heads In The Sky--pull A Few Of Them Out And The Darkness Would Fall.

The Person We Know At First, She Thinks, Is Not The One We Know At Last.

Women Get The Short Shrift In History. It's Been Largely Written And Dictated By Men, Or At Least Men Believe That We Own It, And Women Have Really Been In Those Quieter Moments At The Edge Of History. But, Really, They're The Ones Who Are Turning The Cogs And The Wheels And Allowing Things Like The Peace Process To Happen.

The Thing About Love Is That We Come Alive In Bodies Not Our Own.