• The sin we commit against each other as women is lack of support. We hurt. We hurt each other. We hide. We project. We become mute or duplicitous, and we fester like boiling water until one day we erupt like a geyser. Do we forget we unravel in grief?

    Terry Tempest Williams (2012). “When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on Voice”, p.181, Macmillan