I don't know about you, but I hear the voice of a woman. She is not my mother. She died when I was very young. So the village raised me and I hear the voice of all the women who told stories. I hear my grandmother, my neighbor Cousin Henrietta and many others. These women's voices do not behave. They intrude, disrupt, soothe, reassure, and give advice. They whisper in my ears. I do not want to dismiss women's stories for in them is great wisdom. So stop by and let's talk stories.