The Scolding Voice Is Her

Write The Book You Want To Read, The One You Cannot Find.

The Scolding Voice Is Her Own, So Abrasive And Quick, Yet So Powerless To Move Her.

So This Is Where The Years Of Maturity Deliver Us - To This Needy, Selfish, Unwieldy Wish To Be Somebody Else's First And Primal Other.

Why Should Men Be Allowed To Strut Under The Privilege Of Their Life Adventures, Wearing Them Like A Breast Full Of Medals, While Women Went All Gray And Silent Beneath The Weight Of Theirs?

Words Are Our Life. We Are Human Because We Use Language. So I Think We Are Less Human When We Use Less Language.