Women have been driven mad, “gaslighted”, for centuries by the refutation of our experience and our instincts in a culture which validates only male experience. The truth of our bodies and our minds has been mystified to us. We therefore have primary obligation to each other: not to undermine each other’s sense of reality for the sake of expediency; not to gaslight each other.

I am a woman in the prime of my life, with certain powers and those powers severely limited by authorities whose faces I rarely see.

We are, none of us, 'either' mothers or daughters; to our amazement, confusion, and greater complexity, we are both.

It is the thirtieth of May, the thirtieth of November, a beginning or an end, we are moving into the solstice and there is so much here I still do not understand.

... if, as women, we accept a philosophy of history that asserts that women are by definition assimilated into the male universal,that we can understand our past through a male lens--if we are unaware that women even have a history--we live our lives similarly unanchored, drifting in response to a veering wind of myth and bias.

The liar often suffers from amnesia. Amnesia is the silence of the unconscious.

Most women have not even been able to touch this anger, except to drive it inward like a rusted nail.