My mum Peta Goodwin is a phenomenal role model. She dances to the tune of the 1985 feminist anthem by Aretha Franklin and Annie Lennox. The beautiful truth of non-fiction writers. I recently dated an author of speculative fiction. After a decade between novels, his fourth book was released while we were dating. What is the human cost of your t-shirt? On The Tinder Trap.

Monday, May 17, 2010. My late mother-in-law had difficulty reading, but she subscribed to a newspaper. The reason? Death walks beside elders. It visits roommates in nursing homes. It shadows the hearts of families. Acknowledging death in talking or writing about the deceased is an expression of love. It is not morbid to remember dead people in narrative form. Writing about the deceased creates a .

Let me just exist as a smile. And certainty of love by sunshine. When the winds converge with. Fists, let my arms and heart. Not ignorant bliss but what it is. You need and we need to move. Let me understand the roots so. I can reach toward the sky in an. Innocent love wishing to leave it. Behind and so last somehow. Incubus, Just A phase. Low howl of wind being.