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.

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.

For A Man To Be A Man, Did He Have To Be A Soldier, Or At Least Prepare Himself For War? For A Woman To Be A Woman, Did She Have To Be A Mother, Or At Least Prepare Herself To Raise Children? Soldiers And Mothers Were The Sacrificial Couple, Honored By Statues In The Park, Lauded For Their Willingness To Give Their Lives To Others.

Theory Can Blind Observation.