I Forgive You," I Said. I Said

Part Of The Creative Process For Me Is An Invitation For Readers To Follow Their Imagination.

I Forgive You," I Said. I Said What I Had To. I Would Die By Pieces To Save Myself From Real Death.

Poison And Medicine Are Often The Same Thing, Given In Different Proportions

She Sat In Her Room On The Couch My Parents Had Given Up On And Worked On Hardening Herself. Take Deep Breaths And Hold Them. Try To Stay Still For Longer And Longer Periods Of Time. Make Yourself Small And Like A Stone. Curl The Edges Of Yourself Up And Fold Them Under Where No One Can See. ~pg 29, Susie's Sister Lindsey Dealing With Grief.

All You Have To Do Is Desire It, And If You Desire It Enough And Understand Why -- Really Know -- It Will Come.