Being Able To Hear An Opinion. And

To Me Glamour Isn't About Being Sparkly.

To Heal The Wound, You Have To Go Into The Dark Night Of The Soul.

My Father Was A Preacher In Maryland And We Had Crab Feasts - With Corn On The Cob, But No Beer, Being Methodist - Outside On The Church Lawn.

I'm The Thing That Fundamentalist Christians Cringe Over.

I Call That God The Little G. Because The God That We've Been Worshipping Is Not To Me The Supreme Creator. Anybody Who Needs To Control And Make People Feel Ashamed. . .it's Like, 'i Send My Only Begotten Son. . .' Well You Know, That Concept Of Sending A Son Where We As Women Could, Like, Breastfeed Him And Give Him Milk, But He's Not Gonna Soil His Dinky With Us? What's That All About?