I Wasn't An Active Feminist In The

Sometimes I Think What I Write Is Funny In Its Quiet Way.

Loneliness, She Thought, Was Craving For Other People's Company. But She Did Not Know That Loneliness Can Be An Unnoticed Cramping Of The Spirit For Lack Of Companionship.

So Love Is Rest? The Cosy Corner? The Little Nook? Sometimes It Ought To Be. Sometimes It Is.

September 11 Was Terrible, But If One Goes Back Over The History Of The Ira, What Happened To The Americans Wasn't That Terrible.

I Hate To Sound Clichéd, But I Do See Life As A Journey. How Else Can You See It?