My voice is born repeatedly in the fields of uncertainty.
When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on VoiceWord by word, the language of women so often begins with a whisper.
When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on VoiceBut harboring regrets is making love to the past, and there is no movement here.
When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on VoiceWe know the quality of another’s heart through her voice.
When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on VoiceBliss and suffering, it seems, always go hand in hand.
You Were Born for a Reason: The Real Purpose of LifeThoughts become things. If you see it in your mind, you will hold it in your hand.
You Were Born Rich