Being a writer is an endless study in human transition and lessons learned or forgotten or misapplied.

The children were overwhelmingly morbid. Not a single adult asked me where butterflies go when they die, but this question was more popular than pixie sticks with the under-four-foot set. I cursed parents for not preparing their children. When I was five, my mother and sister sat me up on the kitchen counter and explained the facts of life: the Easter Bunny didn't exist, Elijah was God's invisible friend, with any luck Nana would die soon, and if I ever saw a unicorn, I should kill it or catch it for cash. I turned out okay.

Never submit we are all equals

You know when you've found it that's something I've learned, cause you feel it when they take it away.

The moment you recognize what is beautiful in this world, you stop being a slave

Everything in life is a blessing, however, sometimes we have to work through a lesson or challenge to earn it.