Childbirth is more admirable than conquest, more amazing than self-defense, and as courageous as either one.
But somewhere within each of us, buried at varying depths depending on the age and degree of neglect or abuse, shame or coercion we endured, there is a resistant, daydreaming, rebellious, creative, unique child — a true self who is waiting.
At my age, in this still hierarchical time, people often ask me if I’m passing the torch. I explain that I’m keeping my torch, thank you very much-and I’m using it to light the torches of others.
