You Really Can't Say Things

How Deep Is Our Desire To Do Better Than Our Mothers--to Bring Daughters Into Adulthood Strong And Fierce Yet Loving And Gentle, Adventurous And Competitive But Still Nurturing And Friendly, Sweet Yet Sharp. We Know As Working Women That We Can't Quite Have It All, But That Hasn't Stopped Us From Wanting It All For Them.

Sometimes What We Call Love Is Just A Settling Of Old Scores, Or A Seeking Of Forbidden Pain, Or A Circuitous Path To The Kingdom Of Cruelty, Or She May Simply Have Confused Lack Of Capital With Heroism While Searching For Rescue Without Knowing From What.

You Need Your Freedom. You Need To Be Able To Do What You Want To Do As A Journalist, As A Person Who's Speaking For Other Women As You Speak For Yourself, And You Make A Choice. You Have To Be Tough Enough To Take The Consequences Of That Choice.

I've Told The Same Story Twelve Different Ways, But I Think That's Just Part Of What Writers Do. Once May Not Be Enough.

Reader, You Forget That Economics Precedes Religion; Worship Grew Out Of Eating, Not The Other Way Around.