Feeling the risks inherent in the deep things of the soul – 12/6/08
Here in my writing is where I confront my meanest self, my angriest person. Here I challenge the fearful little girl inside of me. I push the conservative woman and pull for the liberal one, then turn around and pull, then push. Here in this blank space is where I pencil in my blessings and color in my joy. Here is where I find a courageous writer and a shy friend. And here is where I discover the strongest mother whose knees are sometimes weak.