Boys Mystified Me, Although I Dreamed Vaguely

The Heart Does Not Go Backward. Only The Mind.

He Brought His Great Hand To Rest On An Early Edition Of Bram Stoker's Novel And Smiled, But Said Nothing. Then He Moved Quietly Away Into Another Section.

For The First Time, I Had Been Struck By The Excitement Of The Traveler Who Looks History In Her Subtle Face.

It's A Shame For Women's History To Be All About Men--first Boys, Then Other Boys, Then Men Men Men. It Reminds Me Of The Way Our School History Textbooks Were All About Wars And Elections, One War After Another, With The Dull Periods Of Peace Skimmed Over Whenever They Occurred. (our Teachers Deplored This And Added Extra Units About Social History And Protest Movements, But That Was Still The Message Of The Books.)

Faith Is Simply Whatever Is Real To Us.