I started writing because I had a need inside of me to create something that was not there

What are the words you do not yet have? What do you need to say? What are the tyrannies you swallow day by day and attempt to make your own, until you will sicken and die of them, still in silence.

What is there possibly left for us to be afraid of, after we have dealt face to face with death and not embraced it? Once I accept the existence of dying as a life process, who can ever have power over me again?

I am still learning - how to take joy in all the people I am, how to use all my selves in the service of what I believe, how to accept when I fail and rejoice when I succeed.

We have been raised to fear the yes within ourselves, our deepest cravings.

In other words, I would be giving in to a myth of sameness which I think can destroy us.

The oppression of women knows no ethnic nor racial boundaries, true, but that does not mean it is identical within those boundaries.