I've been thinking about this diary all day, it was so unsettling it put me in a pissed off frame of mind, the relentless bashing women get on so many levels.

When I need beauty in my life, when the clouds are dark and daunting, I listen to music or look at art, it was in art that I found comfort today.

For all the wondrous women on this earth, may they all be embraced and their stories told, through the voices of storytellers or in the lyrics of a song, or in art that doesn't diminish us but portrays us in more honest ways, in ways that wrap around us like a warm blanket on a cold winter's day or by the welling up of the waves that wash over us in the heat of the summer.

This is what righted the wrongs of the words in Lorraine's diary for me today, the stories that are told in the faces and bodies of real women, the women that were blamed and shamed, the women that bring honesty and integrity to this world of ours.

This is for you and for us. One of my favorite artists is Raphael Soyer because she paints women as we are, with faces and bodies that speak of truth.

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Raphael Soyer finds beauty in all the right places.

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Soyer celebrates women who walk together in this life.

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Ellen Eagle is another favorite artist of mine, so today I turned to this painting because there is a wisdom in her face that bespeaks of times gone by and times to come, a wisdom that is both haunting and glorious, a story that would surely take days to tell, oh that we could hear it all.

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This is my way of saying thank you to the women who share each other's lives, hopes, dreams and love.

You are loved, by me, one and all.