Her sadness was like a deep well just beneath the surface of her determination.

They looked to each other for support, for strength, and at times, motivation, to remember why and for whom they lived.

No, she was just a woman. And that meant she could feel, she could need, she could give and she could receive.

To be appreciated as a woman, and also to be appreciated as a creature with a mind - what more could I have wanted?

Yup,” Heather replied. “Some jackass tries to prick me and I’m gonna prick him right back! Leave the bottle, bucko. Save ya a trip.

Good hips. Breed like cow, strong like bull, dumb like ox. Hitch to plow when horse dies.