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

...and that visibility which makes us most vulnerable is that which also is the source of our greatest strength.

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.

I have died too many deaths that were not mine.

The erotic has often been misnamed by men and used against women. It has been made into the confused, the trivial, the psychotic, the plasticized sensation.

Only by learning to live in harmony with your contradictions can you keep it all afloat.

Women are powerful and dangerous.