How Can Love Trump Hate? Ask bell hooks.

bell hooks’ “All About Love” speaks to the erosion of the promise of American ideals—already apparent nearly two decades ago—and how a politics of love might reverse it.

Where the Personals are Political

Meet the feminist herstorian queering online dating and community-building.

A New Look at the Expanded Lives of Nineteenth-Century Women

We’ve previously discussed the groundbreaking exhibit “Women Artists in Paris, 1850-1900.” I think there’s more to the story.

Telling the Stories That Need Me: On Meeting and Making Máxima

Making a film about Máxima Acuña Atalaya—one of the most talked about and emblematic characters in Peru—made me realize why the stories I told truly mattered.

The Ms. Q&A: What Feminist Poet Ada Limón is Carrying Through the Trump Era

“It’s amazing to me that simply valuing your own voice can be a radical act, but it is.”

Representation Matters—Even When It’s Not of Happy Families

We all worry about the neighbors who view our families as inferior, unnatural abominations. We keep our secrets and still our pens. We let the shiny people be the poster children for our movement. But I have never been good at silence.

Closing the Gender Gap in Foreign Policy—One Byline at a Time

Only 15 percent of 3,758 articles in the largest newspapers in the U.S. about foreign policy from the last three years had women’s names in the bylines.

Somos Ruidosas: Meet the Feminists Fighting for Gender Equality in the Latin American Music Industry

The feminine “ruidosa” means “noisy” in Spanish—and the feminist collective of the same name is earning its stripes by ringing the alarm about sexism in the Latinx music scene.

Poems for a New Native Dialogue

The best-selling poetry anthologies from Native American writers are dated (in this order) 1918, 1996, 1988 and 1984. Heid E. Erdrich set out to expand that timeline, and subvert boundaries, by compiling and editing “New Poets of Native Nations,” out now from Graywolf Press.

Rest in Power: Paying Respect to Aretha Franklin, the Queen of Soul

“Aretha Franklin, the Queen of Soul, is dead.” That line plays in my mind like a badly scratched record, hiccupping at one point—“is dead, is dead, is dead” repeating itself over and over again.

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