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My mother taught me how to sell my youth for money and some sense of power, just as her mother had taught her. At our front door, I answered the … Continue reading →
At the top of the mountain, I spread my outer robe on a rock to dry, set down my staff and bowl, took a deep breath, and looked around.
He said: How could a woman who knows no more than how to cook, clean, and make babies, possibly reach the further shore, on the way to which so many … Continue reading →
The mountain went on holding me. Then it let me go.
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