I can go on the road - and I can come home. I come home - because I'm free to leave. Each way of being is more valued int he presence of the other. This balance between making camp and following the s...
All women, and men of color - we were owned like tables and chairs. We spent a hundred years getting a legal identity as human beings. That's a big thing.
Obviously, there is much similarity among the challenges of transgender people and all women - from health care to harassment to discrimination in the workplace.
Everything about aging in my experience so far has been a plus. Except the death part!
We teach what we need to learn and write what we need to know.
For me writing is the only thing that passes the three tests of metier: (1) when I'm doing it I don't feel that I should be doing something else instead (2.) it produces a sense of accomplishment a...
I have met brave women who are exploring the outer edge of human possibility with no history to guide them and with a courage to make themselves vulnerable that I find moving beyond words.
A woman reading Playboy feels a little like a Jew reading a Nazi manual.
Writing is the only thing that when I do it, I don't feel I should be doing something else.
No man can call himself liberal, or radical, or even a conservative advocate of fair play, if his work depends in any way on the unpaid or underpaid labor of women at home, or in the office.
I have yet to hear a man ask for advice on how to combine marriage and a career.
I like to believe that the road is sharpening my mind and lengthening my life with surprise.
Without leaps of the imagination, or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning
Hope is a very unruly emotion.
The act of acting morally is behaving as if everything we do matters.
For me writing is the only thing that passes the three tests of metier: (i) when I'm doing it I don't feel that I should be doing something else instead (2) it produces a sense of accomplishment an...
I've yet to be on a campus where most women weren't worrying about some aspect of combining marriage, children, and a career. I've yet to find one where many men were worrying about the same thing.
Inside, each of us has a purple motorcycle.
For much of the female half of the world, food is the first signal of our inferiority. It lets us know that our own families may consider female bodies to be less deserving, less needy, less valuable.
It's an incredible con job when you think about it, to believe something now in exchange for something after death. Even corporations with their reward systems don't try to make it posthumous.