What can I offer you? Hugs, cards, flowers, texts? Hope? No can do, not today. But what I can offer is a fight.
I was there in the room last week when 25 of my students put down their phones and engaged in face-to-face dialogue with Roxane Gay.
The Boston Women’s March catapulted me into fresh awareness and commitment. It was the most peaceful, electric, powerful antidote to the world change we saw in November.
The following is excerpted from Donna Decker’s new novel, Dancing in Red Shoes Will Kill You, available now from Inanna Publications. The book is based on the mass shooting that took place […]
I almost quit feminism this week. Seriously. I plummeted into despair over the mélange of hate that allows batterers like Ray Rice to return to the NFL, cops to kill […]
I am not one bit surprised that a heavily-armed Elliott Rodger knocked on the door of Alpha Phi sorority at UC Santa Barbara, and when there was no response, shot […]
Dear Men: Here is a new kind of fantasy. It is about a new kind of man. These men are born on the campus of an Ivy League college in […]
I live with 14 women I have never met. Each holiday season, I grade final exams, choose my Christmas tree, shovel my driveway and wrap my gifts, all the while […]
I’m trying to lean in, Sheryl Sandberg, I swear, but this month–ironically, Women’s History Month–football players, military men, and popes have stricken me with patriarchy fatigue. March started out on […]
Last week we lost feminist foremother Adrienne Rich, to whom we owe boundless gratitude. Her poetry and prose guided many of us through the “anger and tenderness” of motherhood, helped […]