An article in a recent New Yorker reminded me of how unable to change I was as a college student in the late 1950s when the old rules were breaking all around me.
Home Sweet Home
As I prepared on Friday to head back to Kentucky for a short visit, I was reflecting on the meaning of home.
A Kick in the Pants
Is it a coincidence that the head of Penn and the head of Harvard, one ousted the other threatened with ouster, are both women?
The Way It Was
We all want to forget our history, especially when it is shameful, and for this reason I am particularly grateful for a just-published biography of my peers.
My Harveys
My story is in different ways horrible from the gross physical attacks perpetrated by men I would not honor with the term, “sick.”
On Making Lists
It seems that the pros and cons of relationships, or individuals, have in the end little influence on my decisions, which spring usually from a hidden pocket of my intuition—hidden, even from me, as well as from the lovers or would-be lovers or husbands who encounter my will.
Adrienne Rich Is Dead
In my heart, she has a special place because of some curious connections: she was at Radcliffe a few years before me, in the wretched fifties, and came out of that experience with formal training, an early marriage, and three sons.