Despair was a choice. Hatred was a choice. Anger was a choice. I still had choices, and that knowledge rocked me... I could choose to give up or hang on. Hope was a choice. Faith was a choice. And more than anything else, love was a choice. Compassion was
The Sun Does Shine
The Girl with the Lower Back Tattoo
Poem: " A Dream Within a Dream"
The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
It's All Too Much (Free Press, 2007)
Poem: "i am running into a new year"
Peanuts Christmas Special
Copyright 1993-1994: A SPRING FOR WISDOM
Taken Care Of: An Autobiography, p.176
Ancient Chinese Proverb
The Hope Handbook
The Bed of Procrustes