I've Had To Guess At Her, Sewing

It's Exhilarating To Be Alive In A Time Of Awakening Consciousness; It Can Also Be Confusing, Disorienting, And Painful.

No One Has Imagined Us. We Want To Live Like Trees, Sycamores Blazing Through The Sulfuric Air, Dappled With Scars, Still Exuberantly Budding, Our Animal Passion Rooted In The City.

All New Learning Looks At First Like Chaos.

When One Woman Tells Her Truth, It Makes A Space For Other Women To Tell Their Truths.

Every Journey Into The Past Is Complicated By Delusions, False Memories, False Namings Of Real Events.