Burning Dinner Is Not Incompetence But War.

I Was A Working Class Jewish Girl. In My Girlhood, Anti-semitism Was A Daily Fact Of Life In Detroit. I Did Not Come From People Who Had Many Options In Their Lives Or Many Choices Open To Them. I Was A Girl In A Family In Which Women Were, As In Society At Large, Very Much Second-class Citizens. I Did Not See Why I Should Accept These Forced Limitations Without A Fight. Being Free To Make My Own Choices Thus Became Very Important To Me At An Early Age.

I Want To Be With People Who Submerge In The Task, Who Go Into The Fields To Harvest And Work In A Row And Pass The Bags Along, Who Are Not Parlor Generals And Field Deserters But Move In A Common Rhythm When The Food Must Come In Or The Fire Be Put Out. The Work Of The World Is Common As Mud. Botched, It Smears The Hands, Crumbles To Dust. But The Thing Worth Doing Well Done Has A Shape That Satisfies, Clean And Evident.

A Strong Woman Is A Woman Who Craves Love Like Oxygen Or She Turns Blue Choking. A Strong Woman Is A Woman Who Loves Strongly And Weeps Strongly And Is Strongly Terrified And Has Strong Needs. A Strong Woman Is Strong In Words, In Action, In Connection, In Feeling; She Is Not Strong As A Stone But As A Wolf Suckling Her Young. Strength Is Not In Her, But She Enacts It As The Wind Fills A Sail.

The Pitcher Cries For Water To Carry And A Person For Work That Is Real.

Art Is A Game Only If You Playat It, A Mirror That Reflects From The Inside Out.