Dogs Like Everyone. Cats Choose Who To

You Have To Be Nicer To Me," I Said. Again He Laughed. "what? I'm The King Of Nice. What Are You Talking About?" "you Have To Be Nicer To Me Or... Or..." "or What?" He Said. Still Lars, Still Charming And Jokey, But With A Thread Of Fear. It Snaked In And Pierced My Numbness And Almost Broke My Resolve. Almost, But Not Quite. "or I Have Ti Break Up With You." I Whispered What Was There More To Say? Nothing. So I Hung Up.

Prancing Around With Marshmallowss On Your Nipples Does *not* Constitute Living Your Life Fully!

I'm A Southern Girl, And I Grew Up With This Slightly Schizophrenic Upbringing Where I Bounced Back And Forth Between Atlanta, Georgia, And A Tiny Mountain Town Called Brevard, North Carolina. My Parents Were Divorced, And My Two Lives Were Very Different Because Of Socioeconomic Reasons.

And Books Are Such An Empowering Way To Give Voice To Some Of These Kids Who Aren't Yet Ready To Tell Their Story. Or Don't Know What Their Story Is, Or Are Trying To Figure It Out.

But You Have To Live In The Present. You Have To Take The Old And Make It New -- That's My Point.