Tag Archives: feminism

The way we were.

It’s thankfulness season, time for the annual spilling of gratitude that began mid-month and will end when a wave of resolutions takes over, as if gratitude must be bound by beginning and end points. I don’t mean to sound cynical. Certainly I have many things to be thankful for. Among my many blessings – beyond…

Matrescence.

In the back of her closet, behind the clothes, next to the dresser, were two shoe boxes, each of which held a pair of peau de soie-wrapped stilettos, one pair cream, the other bright kelly green, both size 7 AAAA. I’m certain about the cream colored pair, which were her wedding shoes. I’m less sure…

Labor days.

It is Labor Day weekend, summer’s last hurrah. It’s the weekend many parents, mostly mothers, heave a sigh of relief. We made it. As Motherlode’s KJ Dell’Antonia wrote back in June, the 104 days of summer vacation are a nightmare for working parents, particularly those with no extended family willing or able to help. It’s…

Women’s war on women.

Here is the principle, which dates back to the 4th century B.C.: The enemy of my enemy is my friend. It is often a practical theory, though far from a perfect one. There is no perfect theory, perfect being, often, the enemy of practical. But I am not looking for perfect theory. What I want…

I am woman, hear me reverberate.

Here’s what I know about 1972: Clad in my polyester double-knit pants ensemble (the one with the sleeveless v-neck top and bell-bottom bottoms in the pink/orange/white chevron pattern), I spent countless hours ‘performing’ my favorite songs in our den, singing along with the record player that was hidden in a corner behind my father’s pthalo…

Unprotected sex.

As girl children of the 1970s my sister and I were raised to believe that nothing was beyond our reach. We were told, more than shown, that we could be doctors, lawyers, astronauts, CEOs or publishers, that we could do any of those jobs just as well as any man could. But our mother, the woman…

If Laura and Hillary were pals.

I’ve been thinking about the war among women and our deepening factions. We who question Jill Abramson’s firing. We who think women belong at home. We #YesAllWomen sign carriers. We who snap photos of other mothers’ bad parenting and send them to police hotlines. We who are pro life, and we pro choice. Anne Lamott…