When one woman doesn’t speak, other women get hurt.
Word by word, the language of women so often begins with a whisper.
There is no one true church, no one chosen people.
Finding one’s voice is a process of finding one’s passion.
What is evolution if not creative adaptation and the progression of our own souls?
But harboring regrets is making love to the past, and there is no movement here.
We know the quality of another’s heart through her voice.
it’s no longer the voice that matters, but what is behind the voice.
is also not to speak. It is to keep silent. It is to howl noiselessly.
The danger is in what we codify, commodify, and exploit.
Water is nothing if not ingemination, an encore to the tenacity of life.
I am my mother, but I’m not,” I was saying my path would be my own.