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

The learning process is something you can incite, literally incite, like a riot.

I am a post-mastectomy woman who believes our feelings need voice in order to be recognized, respected, and of use.

If I cannot air this pain and alter it, I will surely die of it. That's the beginning of social protest.

Guilt and defensiveness are bricks in a wall against which we all flounder; they serve none of our futures.

One pays a lot, we all pay a lot, for awareness.

The fear that we cannot grow beyond whatever distortions we may find within ourselves keeps us docile and loyal and obedient, externally defined, and leads us to accept many facets of our own oppression as women.