He Never Gave Up On Me, I

Memoir Is Not An Act Of History But An Act Of Memory, Which Is Innately Corrupt.

Nobody Sounds Good Writing About Your Divorce, Let's Face It.

There Are Women Succeeding Beyond Their Wildest Dreams Because Of Their Sobriety.

Such A Small, Pure Object A Poem Could Be, Made Of Nothing But Air A Tiny String Of Letters, Maybe Small Enough To Fit In The Palm Of Your Hand. But It Could Blow Everybody's Head Off.

Childhood Was Terrifying For Me. A Kid Has No Control. You’re Three Feet Tall, Flat Broke, Unemployed, And Illiterate. Terror Snaps You Awake. You Pay Keen Attention. People Can Just Pick You Up And Move You And Put You Down.