Doormats Don’t Hit Back

"Outside her home, Oscine had built an image of reflection, and inside her home, Oscine, an image of a stowaway, ensconced in her room, talking to herself, dreaming of a man who would one day rescue her; few friends came her way, as she was so busy pleasing everyone but herself. She was fast becoming... Continue Reading →

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Once Upon a Time There was Humanity

"My daughters talking me out of going to that light, that bright, dazzling light that I've seen not once but twice now. The glorious light they always speak about, and it's true, like that first glimpse of your own children - the light equally fascinating, captivating, alluring. A light to bury your world-weary self in"... Continue Reading →

To: Russia With Scorn, From: Russia With Love

" 'She says not only not necessary but not practical. We girls, she says,we were scrawny little rats and could squeeze into odd spots where no man could, and bend ourselves into positions no man could. In those circumstances a spotter would have been a hindrance. She also believes woman have naturally more patient temperaments.... Continue Reading →

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