Women Are Constantly Underestimated In

My Childhood Was Marked By The Great Fear Of Nuclear Holocaust. We Practiced Our Civil Defense Drills, Lining Up In Hallways, Curled To The Floor, But We Knew We'd Die Or, Worse, Survive Only To Suffer Radiation And Slow Death.

The Fact Is There Are Many Women Who Nod Politely, Even Agree Openly Within Their Male-dominated Often Highly Educated Cultures, But Vote Their Own Minds.

Weakness, Like Not Being Able To Bury The Past. Weakness, Like Not Giving Up Hope When You Know You Should.

Our Imaginations Are Strong As Children. Sometimes They Get Shoved Aside, These Imaginations. They Get Dusty And Mildewed With Age. The Imagination Is A Muscle That Has To Be Put To Use Or It Shrivels.

Genres Are Just Bottles For The Various Boats. The Boats Matter To Me.