Between sisters, often, the child's cry never dies down. "Never leave me," it says; "do not abandon me."

Humor tells you where the trouble is.

Everytime I say "sure" when I mean "no," everytime I smile brightly when I'm exploding with rage, every time I imagine my man's achievement is my own, I know the cheerleader never really died. I feel her shaking her ass inside me and I hear her breathless, girlish voice mutter "T-E-A-M, Yea, Team.

Between sisters, often, the child's cry never dies down. "Never leave me," it says; "do not abandon me."

The question arises as to whether it is possible not to live in the world of men and still to live in the world.

we perceive silence where, in fact, there is a muffler.

Much female conversation is, in fact, about survival - but in code.