In The Different Voice Of Women Lies

Maybe Love Is Like Rain. Sometimes Gentle, Sometimes Torrential, Flooding, Eroding, Joyful, Steady, Filling The Earth, Collecting In Underground Springs. When It Rains, When We Love, Life Grows.

I Find The Question Of Whether Gender Differences Are Biologically Determined Or Socially Constructed To Be Deeply Disturbing.

Trust Grows When Babies And Mothers Establish That They Can Find Each Other Again After The Inevitable Moments Of Losing Touch. It Is Not The Goodness Of The Mother Or The Relationship Per Se That Is The Basis For Trust; It Is The Ability Of Mother And Baby Together To Repair The Breaks In Their Relationship That Builds A Safe House For Love.

While An Ethic Of Justice Proceeds From The Premise Of Equality—that Everyone Should Be Treated The Same—an Ethic Of Care Rests On The Premise Of Nonviolence—that No One Should Be Hurt.

In The Different Voice Of Women Lies The Truth Of An Ethic Of Care, The Tie Between Relationship And Responsibility, And The Origins Of Aggression In The Failure Of Connection.