There is something about the fierce wordless independence of the female wolf that stirs an atavistic antagonism.
Blog Posts on Politics
We all know, if vaguely, that we are facing something we might call a catastrophe.
I have lived here for twenty-seven years, and in all that time, I’ve felt and seen a slow progression in state politics toward justice.
Women have been taught not to scream lest we be discounted as “hysterical”… and so the strength of our voices, and of our fury, has been denigrated and eliminated from public discourse.
My friend Katie is a Cassandra, cursed by the god to know and speak prophesies that no one would believe… Her mission is the end of the world.
Zuckerberg’s testimony before Congress brought to my mind James B. Duke’s testimony more than a hundred years ago explaining and excusing his tobacco monopoly.
Dear Believers, dear Marchers and Speakers, I beg you to immerse yourself in our history, in all the aspects of violence so deeply embedded in money-making and male entitlement.
But then… an email from a dear friend who has been transcribing and editing and putting together a book of her interviews with Syrian refugees.
Not Women’s Month or Women’s Day but Women’s Time—Our Time—long overdue but come at last.
Where are the fathers?