By an unfortunate coincidence, both of these houses are in danger of losing their primary purpose.
The Vanguard
I am looking forward to the rare opportunity that will be offered me, and I’m looking forward with even more interest to the fascinating variety of presentations that will make up the program.
Groundhog Pâté
I might have forgotten Groundhog Day entirely except for a box that’s just arrived from my dear friend, Wren Smith, in Kentucky.
In A Dark Time
How ironic and, yet, how strangely fitting, that this flying virus arrives at the middle of Women’s History month and just before the April 7 publication of The Silver Swan…
When a Great Woman Dies
When a great woman dies, we need to think about her again and again.
Wolf Pen at Twilight
A community limited to those who look like us will never be a community, which can only be formed through an amalgamation of differences and the necessary level of trust.
Spurring Us Forward
I believe there are young women, as well as older women and certainly some men, who are beginning to claim this noble, long-rooted word—feminism—that connects us to a heroic tradition as well as spurring us forward into the future.
Hopscotch House
Thirty years ago, it was a big plain farmhouse on a high rise of pasture when I first saw what would become Hopscotch House.
Birth: The Kentucky Foundation for Women
Women artists are always in danger of extinction; already low on the pay scale, often with too many children and no support, they can hardly be expected to devote their limited time and energy to becoming proficient professional poets, painters, sculptors…
Latest News from the Women’s Project
Commitment to this kind of work, edgy, daunting, representing visions seldom seen on our stages, demands a commitment over the course of two generations that may be simply too hard to come by.