I Was Just So Lucky To Have

My Mother Was A Very Literate Person Who Had Educated Herself. She Had An Exceptional Vocabulary.

On A Lazy Saturday Morning When You're Lying In Bed, Drifting In And Out Of Sleep, There Is A Space Where Fantasy And Reality Become One. Are You Awake, Or Are You Dreaming? You See People And Things; Some Are Familiar; Some Are Strange. You Talk, You Feel, But You Move Without Walking; You Fly Without Wings. Your Mind And Your Body Exist, But On Separate Planes. Time Stands Still. For Me, This Is The Feeling I Have When Ideas Come.

When Kate Was Born, She Was Born Into A World Of Joy And Happiness And Confidence. The Difference Between The Children Is Night And Day. She's Happy, She's Thriving, She's Full Of Self-confidence. I Tell Her She's Beautiful Every Day Before I Send Her Off To School.

But Even Though All This Was Going On At Home, If Someone Had Tried To Take Me Away And Put Me In A Children's Home, I Couldn't Have Handled It. Even Though My Mother Was Very Brutal, It Was My Home.

You Have To Be In Love With Your Story ... It's The Love Of The Light; The Time Of Day; Of Watching The Moment Unravel.