Sometimes I feel like a sisterless child.

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.

What is haunting is that people fallen off the train threaten those who remain on board.

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

for many people, loneliness was an experience of time. 'Not knowing what to do with yourself' was the way it was usually put.

I say you hurt me. You say I scorned you. We say we care. It begins. The conversation begins.

In becoming archaeologists of the world of our mothers, we are trying to retrieve the female past and to invent a future.