Clearly no one knows what leadership has gone undiscovered in women of all races, and in black and other minority men.
Without leaps of imagination, or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning.
God may be in the details, but the goddess is in the questions. Once we begin to ask them, there’s no turning back.
The future depends entirely on what each of us does every day a movement is only people moving.
Planning ahead is a measure of class. The rich and even the middle class plan for future generations, but the poor can plan ahead only a few weeks or days.
For much of the female half of the world, food is the first signal of our inferiority. It lets us know that our own families may consider female bodies to be less deserving, less needy, less valuable.
Happy or unhappy, families are all mysterious. We have only to imagine how differently we would be described – and will be, after our deaths – by each of the family members who believe they know us.
It’s an incredible con job when you think about it, to believe something now in exchange for something after death. Even corporations with their reward systems don’t try to make it posthumous.
We’ve begun to raise daughters more like sons… but few have the courage to raise our sons more like our daughters.