No One Sits On The Stoop When

And In The Absence Of Facts, Myth Rushes In, The Kudzu Of History.

The Vanity Extended Most Of All To His Library, Arguably The Real Love Of Cicero's Life. It Is Difficult To Name Anything In Which He Took More Pleasure, Aside Possibly Evasion Of The Sumptuary Laws. Cicero Liked To Believe Himself Wealthy. He Prided Himself On His Books. He Needed No Further Reason To Dislike Cleopatra: Intelligent Women Who Had Better Libraries Than He Did Offended Him On Three Counts.

Power Has For So Long Been A Male Construct That It Distorted The Shape Of The First Women Who Tried It On, Only To Find Themselves In A Sort Of Straitjacket.

Parenting Is An Exercise In Unintended Consequences.

For A Few Thousand Years, Women Had No History. Marriage Was Our Calling, And Meekness Our Virtue. Over The Last Century, In Stuttering Succession, We Have Gained A Voice, A Vote, A Room, A Playing Field Of Our Own. Decorously Or Defiantly, We Now Approach What Surely Qualifies As The Final Frontier.