To be a woman and a writer is double mischief, for the world will slight her who slights "the servile house," and who would rather make odes than bed….

I put down my book, The Meaning of Zen, and see the cat smiling into her fur as she delicately combs it with her rough pink tongue. 'Cat, I would len….

memory is a storm I can't repel..

Women receive he insults of men with tolerance, having been bitten in the nipple by their toothless gums..