- Love with my entire core, organs, and soul ( even people who irritate me wildly. Wow, that’s hard)
~I write because I could not live in any of the worlds offered to me — the world of my parents, the world of war, the world of politics. I had to create a world of my own, like a climate, a country, an atmosphere in which I could breathe, reign, and recreate myself when destroyed by living. That, I believe, is the reason for every work of art.” – Anaïs Nin
I cry over a dead cat all night long.
When I met God again, I resurrected from the fire—Kim Sisto Robinson
~On May 26, 2010, I died.
~I am somebody with a purpose who desires to tell her story.—Kim Sisto Robinson
I. Am. Somebody.
I am the daughter of a high school dropout, a stay at home mother, a chocolate chip cookie maker, a hugger, a mouth kisser, a Jesus lover, and she adored me before I inhaled my first breath. At 16 years old, I became her Master Class. And she became my hero.
The moment I experienced gratitude is the moment my healing started– Kim Sisto Robinson
I distinctly recall somebody during my mad, suicidal stage after Kay’s murder making this comment— “You should really consider your blessings.”