I would like to do another piece of fiction dealing with a number of issues: Lesbian parenting the 1960's and interracial relationships in the Lesbian and Gay community.

I had no idea that mothering my own child would be so healing to my own sadness from my childhood.

To bare our souls is all we ask to give all we have to life and the beings surrounding us. Here the nature spirits are intense and we appreciate them make offerings to them - these nature spirits who call us here - sealing our fate with each other celebrating our love.

The wit makes fun of other persons the satirist makes fun of the world the humorist makes fun of himself but in so doing he identifies himself with people - that is people everywhere not for the purpose of taking them apart but simply revealing their true nature.

I am not bound for any public place but for ground of my own where I have planted vines and orchard trees and in the heat of the day climbed up into the healing shadow of the woods.

Half the time I feel like I'm appealing to the downer freaks out there. We start to play one downer record after another until I begin to get down myself. Give me something from 1960 or something let me get up again. The music of today is for downer freaks and I'm an upper.

Adult life is dealing with an enormous amount of questions that don't have answers. So I let the mystery settle into my music. I don't deny anything I don't advocate anything I just live with it.

Music has healing power. It has the ability to take people out of themselves for a few hours.

For me singing sad songs often has a way of healing a situation. It gets the hurt out in the open into the light out of the darkness.

I think music in itself is healing. It's an explosive expression of humanity. It's something we are all touched by. No matter what culture we're from everyone loves music.