...women, Brave As Stars At Dawn

Here, Though, There Is Nothing. Nothing At All. The Sky Seems Empty Even When I Am Looking At The Moon And Stars.

The People Did Not Elect Me. I Speak With One Voice That May Echo Other People, But I Am Part Of A Group Of People. That's Not Distancing Yourself From A Community, That's Also Allowing The Space For Others To Speak For Themselves.

Even When I Think Of Writing Fiction, It's Being Kind Of A Liar, A Storyteller, A Weaver, And There's That Sense Of How Much Of This Is Your Life. The Story Is A Way You Unravel Your Life From Behind A Mask.

You Learned In School That You Have Pencils And Paper Only Because The Trees Gave Themselves In Unconditional Sacrifice.

Life's Hard In Haiti Right Now. And The Hardest Thing Is That The Future Does Not Lie With One Person.