It's not about who stays until the night; it about who stays until the morning to see what the nights has made of you and love you still.

I want to write a novel about silence. The things people don't say.

I understand that you want to be realistic that things may go wrong, but try to remember there is a line between realism and pessimism. “Things could go wrong, so I’ll make a good plan and try my best” will always be better than “Things will probably go badly so I have to assume it will be a disaster.” Don’t dwell on the worst-case scenario.

Only my husband knows what my breasts and nipple's needs.

I didn't want to be a man in the first place

All I ever wanted to be was a wife and a homemaker. To love and be loved. Sadly, I was robbed of the opportunity. I found friendship and support in the crossdressing and sissy scene. A place to belong in my mixed physical state.

Sometimes you don't feel strong enough to face your problems. Some days the best you can do is exist. And that's okay. It's okay to just be for now.

“Happiness is like a butterfly, the more you chase it, the more it will evade you, but if you notice the other things around you, it will gently come and sit on your shoulder.”

I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense, we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment—we are all defined by something we can’t change.”