I am a wife, a mother, a girl
I sometimes wonder how I got here
I am the master of my fate, the captain of my soul
I am a picker of buttercups and the big bullying daisies
I sleep flat on my back
I like to have my feet in sand
I should go to sleep
I should drink less wine
I have dreamed a dream of happiness. And live it
I love my mother and father and brother
I don't know where I'm going
I want to travel again
I always wish you were here
I live to eat
I love strawberries and cheese and butter and milk and lamb chops
I love the smell of the rain
I think people should be nicer to one another
I believe in peace
I hug trees
I heart the moon
I know the stars are always there
I don't spend enough time with me, alone
I acknowledge that I make mistakes
I adore my husband -- is he real?
I know that my daughters can't possibly be real
I talk to my cat. And he listens
I would love/to/fly. With wings of my own
I think surfing is really really hard
I love snowboarding. In powder
I really really really think it is wrong for bugs to land in my wine and then get into my mouth
I love me. Maybe not my thighs. But they have grown on me over the years
I am growing a great garden. And I'm proud of it
I hate gophers
I have the greatest pair of brown leather boots in the world
I wish it was still easy to find a good shoemaker
I hate people who don't let you merge
I wish my family lived closer
I miss running in the Village
I get really afraid on bridges
I cry when I think about how much my mother loves me
