many gendered mothers

For many years I have adored michèle provost. She is my kindred in whimsy, imagination, play and versatility. In her artistic statement, G...

Dale Spender: Looking Behind, Looking Ahead Somebody pointed it out to me—somebody on the internet, of course—that hardly any of the books...

  So many women writers seem to be dying lately, over the last few years especially. Is it because I’m a woman writer that I happen take mor...

  Making her own path When my cousin Laura Ireton was in high school she won the Modern History Prize. The prize that year (1927) was a co...

  When I first saw the name Maira Kalman, it was while browsing around a book warehouse—the kind of store where many older books are kept an...

  I first encountered the name Denise Levertov when I was in my early twenties. Reading accounts of twentieth-century poetry, I noticed that...