"What do women hold? The home and the family. And the children and the food. The friendships. The work. The work of the world. And the work of being human. The memories. And the troubles. And the sorrows and the triumphs. And the love."
"Balloons and grudges.
Abd heavy loads and cabbages
And stupendous love and courage.
And the pink ukulele under a cherry tree."
"Sometimes when I feel particularly happy or content, I think I can provide sustenance for legions of human beings. I can hold the entire world in my arms. Other times, I can barely cross the room. And I drop my arms, frozen. There is never an end to holding, and certainly there is often the feeling of never doing enough. And then there is the next day and the next day. And one holds on."
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