If my world were to cave in tomorrow, I would look back on all the pleasures, excitements and worthwhilenesses I have been lucky enough to have had. Not the sadness, not my miscarriages or my father leaving home, but the joy of everything else. It will have been enough.

To write is to carve words into the flesh of time.

Writing is an act of freedom, a way to break the chains that bind us to the mundane.

It's easier to ask forgiveness than it is to get permission.