I say you hurt me. You say I scorned you. We say we care. It begins. The conversation begins.
What we have in common is what keeps us apart.
Humor tells you where the trouble is.
What is haunting is that people fallen off the train threaten those who remain on board.
Sometimes I feel like a sisterless child.
In becoming archaeologists of the world of our mothers, we are trying to retrieve the female past and to invent a future.