Everybody's looking for the niche to make the difference. Some people think they see the mother lode in the beautiful people, especially the vote of the beautiful women.
On the plains of hesitation bleach the bones of countless millions who, at the dawn of decision, sat down to wait, and waiting died.
I love being a mother. I loved being a daughter, a sister, a wife. I love being a woman with men. I love having given birth.