I was, at that point in my life, an authority on nothing, except maybe seizures.
Even as I created these characters, I wondered if I had the authority to portray their beliefs.
I confess: I’m a confused Catholic.
Emotions she didn’t dare express out loud would appear at the end of her paintbrush.
On the last day of the trial, I suddenly remember a dream in which a voice told me the meaning of life.
