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coming into her own

lately, when at a social gathering, I’m more interested — for the first time since pre-puberty, in listening to women express themselves — tell their stories, than in flirting with men.  In fact, I’m beginning to realize and acknowledge to … Continue reading

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sistas 2

Not to be redundant, but lately, I’ve been thinking about women. I’ve been thinking about women because I’ve been learning a lot about the world through the internet news sources, which are of course, a true breath of fresh air. … Continue reading

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sistas

Lately, I’ve been thinking ’bout women. Ever since I can remember, I’ve loved books, passionately.  If I had to really and truly sum up and analyze all the works and all the writers and all the thinkers to whom I’ve … Continue reading

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thinking ’bout Woman

…and speaking of women, and thinking of women and identifying myself more and more with this half of the species…. I’ve been a little girl, a teenage girl, a college girl… a woman living with a boyfriend who became abusive, … Continue reading

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