How stupid that all I have to do is grow two squishy lumps and suddenly I'm man's best friend
Poisoned Apples: Poems for You, My PrettyLike flowers blooming through cement, we, too, can grow beyond our cracks.
Postcards and Pearls:Life Lessons from Solo Moments in New YorkAssholes are like weeds, a bitch to get rid of and when you do another one grows back in its place.
When the Bough BreaksWe are never tired of life. But we may grow tired of our idea of life.
Why We Are Born: Remembering Our Purpose through the Akashic Records