Contempt wears many faces | A Dream, Part 3

If I could make only one wish for the New Year, it’s that contempt and self-contempt would implode. Just wither up and die in the face of courage.
In the meantime, Read the rest of this entry »

If I could make only one wish for the New Year, it’s that contempt and self-contempt would implode. Just wither up and die in the face of courage.
In the meantime, Read the rest of this entry »

Last week, two days after the December 2 San Bernardino attack, I had a vivid dream. I’ve been puzzling over it for several days. In the meantime, public rhetoric and political talk about what to do and not do about terrorism Read the rest of this entry »

Why write about this now? Because the issue raised by my professor didn’t go away. To his credit, he raised an important issue. Pornography. Yet even if there had been only men Read the rest of this entry »
It’s 1988–nearly 27 years ago.
I gave this at a seminary women’s dinner during Women’s History Week.
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When I was growing up, I sought the approval of men.
I thought that if I did things just right,
They wouldn’t mind so much that I was born female.
They wouldn’t treat me the way they treated other women. Read the rest of this entry »
It’s out there. I published it. Why am I feeling so much more exposed now than I did when I wrote about my father? Or even the Shopkeeper? Read the rest of this entry »