The First Feminist Who Loved Me

Writer and professor Gloria González-López recalls her mother’s words In Spanish and English throughout the years in this moving personal essay.

“Do not put any makeup on her. I think that when she grows up, she going to be like those women who think and write.”
“The priest is a man; the priest is not God.”
“Soy una sirvienta sin sueldo”—I am a maid with no pay.

My Mother Was a Feminist: A Call to Consciousness

Thursday nights—when my dad met his boys for tennis at the 59th Street courts, followed by burgers and drinks at PJ Clark’s—the ladies gathered in the living room to talk about the breakdown of communication in their marriages, the insidious and daily oppression they felt, the depression and malaise in the absence of career or workplace engagement.