The truth is this. They (men) have stolen from us. They’ve been taking without replenishing for so long. If we felt all of the accumulated pain and rage we deserve to feel, we could never coexist. Then a mother has a son and solutions become possible.

I once sat near a fire and cried. When I squinted I saw two birds in the light. One was of fire one of ice. Though the fire bird burned enough to light up the night, the icy bird flew above and ahead clear and bright.