When I hear the deepest truths I speak coming out of my mouth sounding like my mother's, even remembering how I fought against her, I have to reassess both our relationship as well as the sources of my knowing.

I have come to believe over and over again that what is most important to me must be spoken, made verbal and shared, even at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood.

Women are powerful and dangerous.

Nothing I accept about myself can be used against me to diminish me.

If our history has taught us anything, it is that action for change directed against the external conditions of our oppressions is not enough.

...my experience with people who tried to label me was that they usually did it to either dismiss me or use me.

I am a reflection of my mother’s secret poetry as well as of her hidden angers