I Am My Mother's Daughter,... I Am

The Real Writer Is One Who Really Writes.

We Seek Not Rest But Transformation. We Are Dancing Through Each Other As Doorways.

Praise Our Choices, Sister, For Each Doorway Open To Us Was Taken By Squads Of Fighting Women Who Paid Years Of Trouble And Struggle, Who Paid Their Wombs, Their Sleep, Their Lives That We Might Walk Through These Gates Upright. Doorways Are Sacred To Women For We Are The Doorways Of Life And We Must Choose What Comes In And What Goes Out. Freedom Is Our Real Abundance.

The Best Gift You Can Give Is A Hug: One Size Fits All And No One Ever Minds If You Return It.

We Must Shine With Hope, Stained Glass Windows That Shape Light Into Icons, Glow Like Lanterns Borne Before A Procession. Who Can Bear Hope Back Into The World But Us.