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.
We are wearing coats of trust. When one tells a story this is what happens.
I admire how she protects her energy and understands her limitations.
Beauty is transformed over time, and not without destruction.
Mythmaking is the evolutionary enterprise of translating truths.
My voice is born repeatedly in the fields of uncertainty.
Women piece together their lives from the scraps left over for them.
When one woman doesn’t speak, other women get hurt.