Everything About Women Is In Perpetual Crisis.

While An Ethic Of Justice Proceeds From The Premise Of Equality—that Everyone Should Be Treated The Same—an Ethic Of Care Rests On The Premise Of Nonviolence—that No One Should Be Hurt.

For A Man To Be A Man, Did He Have To Be A Soldier, Or At Least Prepare Himself For War? For A Woman To Be A Woman, Did She Have To Be A Mother, Or At Least Prepare Herself To Raise Children? Soldiers And Mothers Were The Sacrificial Couple, Honored By Statues In The Park, Lauded For Their Willingness To Give Their Lives To Others.

Both Love And Democracy Depend On Voice -- Having A Voice And Also The Resonance That Makes It Possible To Speak And Be Heard.

Maybe Love Is Like Rain. Sometimes Gentle, Sometimes Torrential, Flooding, Eroding, Joyful, Steady, Filling The Earth, Collecting In Underground Springs. When It Rains, When We Love, Life Grows.

The Hardest Times For Me Were Not When People Challenged What I Said, But When I Felt My Voice Was Not Heard.