About the book

My dear reader, you are not prepared for this.

I have published a collection of my writings. Those who know me already have in mind a collection of erudite theological insights.  No.

The title may suggest a journal of introspection à la the self-discovery of Flannery O’Connor or Anais Nin.  Wrong.

I live in a world of desert silence. That silence is so loud, deafening really, as those who have experienced know. Yet, it is here that I found my night voice which speaks in a language I do not use in the daylight for fear of being misunderstood. My night voice expresses not only my dreams, and my secret secrets but also the memories of my experiences.  Using my night voice, I can easily call things as I see them in my universe through the lens of my reality and with my vocabulary. The sum of which can create wily alienating misunderstandings.  Ergo, my assumption is that my dear readers are not prepared for this. My readers may not be prepared for this publication but once they imbibe the juicy narratives of my wild concoctions, they will have something else to talk about. 

I leave it to others to write about ideas that are normative or that contribute to the already always of our intellect. Most readers are prepared for that when they open a book.  This book is not that. My night voice goes out now because the desert is shrinking, I am getting closer to the horizon line and daylight looms large. These essays and one-liners tickle my fancy and beg my readers to ask, where is she coming from?