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 … Continue reading I am woman, hear me reverberate.
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 … Continue reading Unprotected sex.
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 … Continue reading If Laura and Hillary were pals.
