All my life, I've written these words with no thought or intention of sharing them. Not even with my confidants. These are my most delicate thoughts. The ones that I wrote down just so I could understand what in the world these things I was thinking meant. It wasn't until going through my journals and notebooks that I realized how ready I am to share these secret thoughts. Some of them are painful; some of them are just observations, some silly, some that have affected me so deeply and with such frustration that the only way to express the confusion was to write it down. I have learned from them, I have suffered through them, I have grown from them, and now I'm more aware of myself as a woman and as a person who goes through the things that cause life to be experienced in all its crazy, upside-down-sideways-inside-out glory. I call this Tears for Water because everything I have ever written has stemmed from my tears of joy, of pain, of sorrow, of depression, even of question.

Every single word has come from some form of my tears. I use them as water to nourish me, quenching the thirst for understanding myself. I don't mind drinking my tears for water. Book jacket.