Porches Are America's Lost Rooms.

I Love Cloisters, Which Are The Architectural Equivalent Of A Theological Concept: Perfect Freedom Within Set Boundaries.

Women's Propensity To Share Confidences Is Universal. We Confirm Our Reality By Sharing.

Grief Does Not End And Love Does Not Die And Nothing Fills Its Graven Place. With Grace, Pain Is Transmuted Into The Gold Of Wisdom And Compassion And The Lesser Coin Of Muted Sadness And Resignation; But Something Leaden Of It Remains, To Become The Kernel Arond Which More Pain Accretes (a Black Pearl): One Pain Becomes Every Other Pain ... Unless One Strips Away, One By One, The Layers Of Pain To Get To The Heart Of The Pain - And This Causes More Pain, Pain So Intense As To Feel Like Evisceration.

There Are No Original Ideas. There Are Only Original People.

Every Generation Reinvents The Wheel - And In The Process It Often Adds To Rather Than Subtracts From A Woman's Burdens.