Against All Odds and Pains I love you against reason, against counsel stern and cold, against the quiet arithmetic, by which affections are controlled. I love you against patience, against peace I might have kept, against the hours unshared with you, where longing, with me alone in the rain, stood and wept. I hungered but not for spectacle, nor grand design or heavy golden price, I begged for presence , breath with breath, a nearness with your hand to my heart. I wished and still wish to know...

I hear people say things like, “My mom would never have done that,” or “My dad always knew better,” or “They understood what mattered to me.” And when I hear those stories, I feel something gentle and aching in my chest. Not jealousy… more like reverence. I think, That’s beautiful. That’s rare. Hold onto that. There is nothing bitter in me when I say this… I genuinely love that for them. But that wasn’t my story. And if I’m honest, it wasn’t the story I knew how to give either. Most of us...

Across cultures and institutions, power has historically concentrated in male hands, not because men are inherently more capable, but because patriarchy has normalized male dominance as neutral, rational, and inevitable. Yet growing bodies of psychological, sociological, and organizational research increasingly challenge that assumption. Evidence suggests that women’s leadership is not merely a matter of representation or fairness, but a structural necessity for healthier, more honest, and...