One woman is a tiny divine spark in a timeless sisterhood tapestry collective;All of us are Wild Women.

At this point, none of us are sure why we fight. We’re sisters. We need no good reason to fight, even though we have plenty of them.

I believe God lets us stumble along, slowly finding our way, and giving us chances to pick each other up.

If you are embarrassed about your sex, it must mean that you feel there is something demeaning or disgusting about being female. You are all wondrously made, girls. Remember that: wondrously made, and you should...

Any woman who chooses to behave like a full human being should be warned that the armies of the status quo will treat her as something of a dirty joke . . . She will...

Depths of Friendship…under fathoms deepof dark and bitter coldan eerie oscillationreverberated brash and bold…

Can they admit it? And will they let me admit it too?

When we were little, Scarlett and I were utterly convinced that we’d originally been one person in our mother’s belly. We believed that somehow, half of us wanted to be born and half wanted to...

Hasten Little Maiden…stop and listenfor pearls of wisdomstop and listen as the river glistens…

I felt like I was being carried over the threshold of a sisterhood of loss. I knew I was not walking alone, and that eventually I would bob back up to the surface of the...

And I have to admit that there is something undeniably fulfilling about hunting with Rosie. Somehow, it makes me feel as if the long list of differences between us doesn’t exist. We’re dressed the same,...

Sometimes opposites attract, or so they say, but Paloma and Rocío were like arroz and mangú: they didn’t really mix well.

We are all equal in the fact that we are all different. We are all the same in the fact that we will never be the same. We are united by the reality that all...

‎”The less random stuff you hear about, the more room in your ears for music, that’s what I always say” -Paisley

You Might Not Be A Wife Material,Neither Might You Be Worth MotheringAnyone’s Child, According To PEOPLE.You Are However ENOUGH To Make God Leave His Throne And Come Down To Earth To Change Your Situation.You Are...

I believe that women ought to be more proactive about making choices in life. I think that I am not happy about seeing women take the passenger’s seat and playing the victim game all too...

Under the mystichood ofNameless Bride, we grope in Her Sacred Darkness for plasmatic encounter, the fifth ionized state of matter. Our mundane sight of differentation and separation recedes into the magickal Abyss of Blackness where...

FRIENDOnly when you have walked with me through the valley of hardship…When you have fought beside me against an evil foe…When you have cried with me through a painful heartache…When you have laughed with me...

I believe in women uplifting other women. The only thing that makes our gender weaker, is the fact that we are the gender less likely to stand up for the other. We are the gender...

Oh! Dione of Opalescent Skin Ethereal. Your oospheric containment disperses argentous streams of velvety rays that cradle recesses of soul in gossamer of beatific visions.La Luna! Your enigmatic smile. Your watery countenance stirs the imagination...

Because there’s one thing stronger than magic: sisterhood.

Above everything else, beyond the long hardships, one out- come is the most invaluable. The sisterhoods. The lifelong friends and bonds that will never lessen. Years can go by, and I will pick up with...

Goddess of immemorable cloudy veils, reveal your magickal powers so we may re-attune our psyches to your multi-dimensional realities and thereby draw your power to heal this worldly habitat and return it to the provocative...

Maybe the truth is, there’s a little bit of loser in all of us. Being happy isn’t having everything in your life be perfect. Maybe it’s about stringing together all the little things.

Now with her eyes closed and fist clenched at her side. She was as off balanced as he was. Lilith took a deep breath and opened her eyes. She looked at Ian and did what...

Our melanin will always make us marvelous…Just imagine what that sea of sisterhood would look like. Magic!

Who is the daughter of God?

They were absolutely lovely, and in their presence, so was she.

My sister and I are so close that we finish each other’s sentences and often wonder who’s memories belong to whom.

I do what I do because I am who I am. Don’t make me over.

Never hold resentments for the person who tells you what you need to hear; count them among your truest, most caring, and valuable friends.

Not even you can reach me here, Carmen thought.

We didn’t want to admit it then, but we were friends. Best friends.

She craves men but women are her most abiding lovers. Her friends are her soul mates, all the love without the consumption of sex and romance, a different kind of intimacy. Women make love by...

The bittersweet about truth is that nothing could be more hurtful, yet nothing could be more helpful.

My fear of being real, of being seen, paralyzes me into silence. I crave the touch and the connection, but I’m not always brave enough to open my hand and reach out. This is the...

So we grew together like to a double cherry, seeming parted, but yet an union in partition, two lovely berries molded on one stem.