“There was something magical about the convergence of effort, inspiration, and accomplishment, a magic amplified by the presence of spectators who laughed, gasped, and cried on cue. I felt the performance like a constant hum in my marrow, a low-key… — Michèle Phoenix Copy Share Image
“There was something magical about the convergence of effort, inspiration, and accomplishment, a magic amplified by the presence of spectators who laughed, gasped, and… — Michèle Phoenix Copy Share Image
“He's lying," said my daughterness. "He'll hurt you,"said my woundedness. "He doesn't know how warped your really are," said my brokenness. "You can't afford… — Michèle Phoenix Copy Share Image
“He listened intently, his eyes on my face, and I knew he'd sense the meaning in the space between my words.” — Michele Phoenix Copy Share Image
“God layers good over the bad. It's what he does. And the more of the bad life dishes out, the more good God dishes… — Michele Phoenix Copy Share Image
