A. Breathe deeply
A. Where I am.
A. I'd like to meet my grandfather, who my mother described as the Devil incarnate. Shortly after bringing her to America from Holland, he abandoned my grandmother and four small daughters to start a new family with her sister. I'd like to meet him not as a grand daughter but as a peer. I'd like to know what made him tick. There had to be something redeeming in the man for my grandmother to love him until the day she died
A. This could sound a little pompous, but Edith Wharton. Not for her work (which I admire but do not identify with) but for her life, which was a huge inspiration to me.
A. This has changed so much over the years. I used to be afraid of failure. I was afraid of getting fat. Afraid of saying something stupid. Afraid of being such an introvert. Those things don't worry me at all any longer. It took some time to think of what I fear; I realize I'm afraid of pain. And I'm afraid of harm coming to someone I love. And I suppose those are the same things.