Text Box: Nica Just Thinking

Text Box: Is it stupid to be scared? Probably.
Is it futile to be nervous? Most definitely.

But since when has that stopped me?

Text Box: Writing is the only thing that… when I’m doing it, I don’t feel I should be doing something else instead…
Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia.

E.L. Doctorow
“I fault this president for not knowing what death is.”
Thursday, September 9, 2004, Easthampton Star Text Box: Children really are a chance to start again, and a reason to hope. My sister was that for me. This moment captures when I met her, and felt that maybe there was a chance everything was going to get better. It's also a moment when you realise how inevitable hurt is, and how necessary as it brought you to this moment. Text Box: I knew a man who lived in fear
It was huge, it was angry, it was drawing near
Behind his house, a secret place
Was the shadow of the demon he could never face

from WEEPING, Written by Dan Heymann Text Box: My candle burns at both ends;
it will not last the night.
But ah, my foes and oh, my friends -
It gives a lovely light!

Edna St. Vincent Millay
("First Fig", A Few Figs From Thistles, 1920) Text Box: You light me a light
to shine on my sorrow

You show me a road to carry me home

You saved my life
you told me your story

you paid my dues
now I'm going home

Oh lord your loving is what holds me to myself

from YOU LIGHT ME A LIGHT, Written by James Phillips