Even in writing this piece, I am affected by the anxiety that grips all of us who write about contentious matters.
Don’t Be Afraid of the F-Word
If so many of us feel we don’t belong… it is not surprising that we are terrified of exhibiting the political will that might conjure up images of rageful, extreme and radical women.
Bitch
These once-forbidden words are now as meaningless for most people as the words used to describe a rainy day: grey, overcast, chilly… by what magic has the violence been drained out of them?
Spring Is like a Perhaps Hand in the Window
Healing, for me, comes in the spectacle of nature shifting into another key… and, always, in books.
The Great I Am
There remains for me always an uneasiness about those large egos that can so easily trample smaller ones, even when the owner of the ego does not choose to exercise that power.
Mr. Trump
We need to be alert, this strange campaign season, to the way language is being distorted, subtly, to convey certain points of view.
When We Fight We Win
The presence, the faces, and the words of the Navajo were themselves living images, engraving on my mind the urgency of a cause I’ve known about for years but never felt personally.
Astride: Women, Girls, Horses—and Wolves
Wilderness can be healing. So, too, can the company of horses… they give a woman perched bareback sustenance, reassurance, even love.
Valentines and Red Velvet Boots
So where will I wear my red velvet boots? Certainly on Saturday night to my beloved dance studio here…
Horrors
It is not too late for us women to wake up and realize what a woman president could do for all of us.