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320 pages, Paperback
First published October 19, 2021

It isn't only the loose kaftans and colorful fabrics that mark them as different from the women I'm accustomed to; it isn't anything they have or wear at all, but rather what they don't have. An absence. I don't think I ever realized until now how uptight we city women are—or were—how we constantly, incessantly protect ourselves by keeping our heads bent down at our phones or by examining an imagined hangnail, our subconsciouses expecting danger lurking around every corner. We make ourselves look older and uglier than we are, as if youth and beauty were attributes to be hidden away from the world. These women don't have any of these tics, because what these women don't have is fear. And being fearless, they must possess a sense of freedom most of us have never known.
"They can identify as a fucking hedgehog for all I care. I'm talking about what they are. Not what they think they are or what they want to be. It's a slippery slope. You let one in, you have to let in all. There is a reason your mother called this place Femlandia. Get used to it."
"I need to satisfy myself that you were always a woman."
You want to know how people end up homeless, how anyone could turn away or shut a door or hang up a phone? Just start asking for help.
come to my blog!"Self-sufficiency," Jennifer said. She laughed a little."Or I guess we could call it 'self-sufficienSHE.'"and my personal favourite
"We know the date - Black Wednesday, April 1st, the year of our Lord two thousand and something."
"...I really didn't want her to join us. She was so small and weak, and we barely had enough food for two. I don't know what happened to her - part of me doesn't really care."to
"I've always been drawn to helpless things. The stray cat trembling under a porch on a rainy night. A dozy bird who saw only trees, not the glass of my living room window. Nick always said I had a soft side, a runaway mothering instinct. I guess I do."
"That was the best I could do, try to use Emma as my pawn, stir some pity in those cold eyes of the men."It's not even a well written sentence! My gosh it's just so terrible.
"They can identify as a fucking hedgehog for all I care. I'm talking about what they are. Not what they think they are or what they want to be. It's a slippery slope. You let one in, you have to let in all. There is a reason your mother called this place Femlandia. Get used to it."Charming, right?