The Genovese story left me and many other New Yorkers with troubling questions. How would I react to a similar situation, especially one in which the actual level of danger -- to the possible victim or to myself for intervening -- were unclear?
In archaic times, people perceived the sun, in its shining prime and glory, the giver of heat and light and life, to be the effulgent force of the female.
Underneath the red tree, where the last of Roberto's body had been returned to the mother by his mother, Sister Maria poured water over Luisa's upraised hands, murmuring prayers that needed no translation.
Whether I am talking to a CEO, an accomplished writer, a stay-at-home mom, or a woman juggling a variety of different roles, many women report a lack of their own self-worth.