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

We have seen over and over that white male historians in general have tended to dismiss any history they didn't themselves write,on the grounds that it is unserious, unscholarly, a fad, too "political," "merely" oral and thus unreliable.

I think my work comes out of both an intense desire for connection and what it means to feel isolated. There's always going to be a kind of tidal movement back and forth between the two.

It's exhilarating to be alive in a time of awakening consciousness; it can also be confusing, disorienting, and painful.

When one woman tells her truth, it makes a space for other women to tell their truths.

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.

I'd call it love if love didn't take so many years but lust too is a jewel.