Writing, More Than Any Other

What I Increasingly Felt, In Marriage And In Motherhood, Was That To Live As A Woman And To Live As A Feminist Were Two Different And Possibly Irreconcilable Things.

I'm Waiting For The Day When My Children Cease To Find My Domestic Propriety Reassuring And Actually Find It Annoying.

My Children Are Living, Thinking Human Beings. It Isn't In My Power To Regret Them, For They Belong To Themselves.

Christianity Has Kept Itself Going For Centuries On Hope Alone, And Has Perpetrated All Manner Of Naughtiness In The Meantime.

How Can There Be So Many Mothers In The World But So Little Sense Of What It Might Be To Become One?