Feminism remains something that needs to be explained to people.

Leaving things behind and starting again is a way of coping with difficulties. I learnt very early in my life that I was able to leave a place and still remain myself.

Divorce also entails the beginning of a supposition that that familial reality might have obstructed one's ability to perceive others.

Parenthood, like death, is an event for which it is nearly impossible to be prepared. It brings you into a new relationship with the fact of your own existence, a relationship in which one may be rendered helpless.

Reality might be described as the eternal equipoise of positive and negative.

I suppose, I said, it is one definition of love, the belief in something that only the two of you can see.

As it stands, motherhood is a sort of wilderness through which each woman hacks her way, part martyr, part pioneer; a turn of events from which some women derive feelings of heroism, while others experience a sense of exile from the world they knew.