Summary of Sue Monk Kidd's The Dance of the Dissident Daughter

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#1 I was struggling to come to terms with my life as a woman. I had been stuck, and the fear of going forward was paralyzing me. But I saw my daughter on her knees before those laughing men, and suddenly all my hesitancy was shattered.

#2 The light of the truck seemed to go on and on, blinding me. I felt like a small animal in the road, unable to move, as I stared at my daughter on her knees before the men.

#3 I had grown up hearing that if you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all. I’d learned to be a sweet-spoken woman who, no matter how challenging the situation, responded nicely.

#4 I was a full-time writer, spending many hours immersed in books. I lived in a nice house with a man I’d been married to for 18 years, and we had two children, Bob and Ann, both in early adolescence. I went to church regularly and was involved in the social life of the small, Southern town where we lived.

• Language: English
• Publisher: IRB Media
• Release date: May 24, 2022
• ISBN: 9798822525795

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Insights from Chapter 1

Insights from Chapter 2

Insights from Chapter 3

Insights from Chapter 4

Insights from Chapter 1

#1

I was struggling to come to terms with my life as a woman. I had been stuck, and the fear of going forward was paralyzing me. But I saw my daughter on her knees before those laughing men, and suddenly all my hesitancy was shattered.

#2

The light of the truck seemed to go on and on, blinding me. I felt like a small animal in the road, unable to move, as I stared at my daughter on her knees before the men.

#3

I had grown up hearing that if you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all. I’d learned to be a sweet-spoken woman who, no matter how challenging the situation, responded nicely.

#4

I was a full-time writer, spending many hours immersed in books. I lived in a nice house with a man I’d been married to for 18 years, and we had two children, Bob and Ann, both in early adolescence. I went to church regularly and was involved in the social life of the small, Southern town where we lived.

#5

When a woman nears her forties, she begins to grow ripe for feminist spiritual conception. She begins to realize that as a woman she’s been on her knees her whole life, and not known it. She aches for the woman in her who has not yet been born.

#6

The new potential we all have to become women grounded in our own souls is to become women who discover the Sacred Feminine way.

#7

I had a dream that left me with a vague sense of anticipation. I made plans to go away for a solitary retreat at a Benedictine monastery two months later. I bought a pink journal.

#8

I was a mainstream orthodox Christian. I had always been very spiritual and religious, and I had pursued a spiritual journey of depth and meaning. But I had done so safely within the circle of Christian orthodoxy. I had been raised in the Southern Baptist Church, and I was still a rather exemplary member of one.

#9

I was a Baptist minister’s wife,