I Consider Myself A Product Of Alaska.

Another Day, Another Dollar, Another War, Another Tower Went Up Where The Homeless Had Their Home.

Words Can Crush Things That Are Unseen.

I Was Thinking That I Might Fly Today. Just To Disprove All The Things You Say... Please Be Careful With Me, I'm Sensitive, And I'd Like To Stay That Way.

I Have This Theory That If We're Told We're Bad, Then That's The Only Idea We'll Ever Have. Maybe If We Are Surrounded In Beauty, One Day We Will Become What We See. Anyone Can Start A Conflict. It's Harder Yet To Disregard It. I'd Rather See The World From Another Angle. We Are Everyday Angels.

I Try To Give Myself Permission To Be A Work-in-progress And Not Have Everything Figured Out At Once. It's More Manageable And Takes Some Of The Pressure Off Of Feeling Like I Have To Have Everything Right All The Time.