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Lemurs and Leaders: The Cooperation Thing…
I recently came across the obituary of Alison Jolly, a primatologist who studied lemurs and wrote definitive studies of this species. I might not have
March 13, 2014
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Bad Boys, encore?
You have to wonder what kind of anxiety about masculinity drives the editors at the New York Times. Last week it was “bullish on boyish-boys,”
February 27, 2014
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The Persistence of Boy Power
“Bullish on Boyish for Late-Night TV” reads the headline of the lead article in this week’s Sunday Times “Arts and Leisure section” (the print edition).
February 19, 2014
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Feminist Friends Forever: Met and Unmet
Maxine Kumin died last week at age 88. In her typically thoughtful obituary, Margalit Fox highlights Kumin’s long life as a poet, teacher, mother, and
February 13, 2014
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Forward into the past!
If I hadn’t already been depressed about how the publishing world treats women writers, the article in this week’s Nation would have made me reach
February 6, 2014
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Faces in a Crowd
On my way to work this morning, winding my way through the crowded streets of the garment district, I looked up to see three New
January 30, 2014
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Does Size Matter?
It depends. I’ve been struck by the attention media has lavished on the size of two women writers: Lena Dunham and Jennifer Weiner. Does Hannah
January 16, 2014
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Freewriting? or Writing for Free?
One of the nice things, or so I thought, about publishing a book that actual people might read, was being asked to answer interview questions
January 9, 2014
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On not making certain New Year’s resolutions
I thought I would enjoy my break from blogging more than I have. It turns out that I like the discipline of focusing once a
January 2, 2014
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Taking a break and the long tail of hair.
I’ve been wanting to take a short break from the weekly commitment I made to posting my diary entries when I got my new (gorgeous)
December 12, 2013
Welcome. Some musings on my current preoccupations with the worlds of illness and the worlds of books, the vicissitudes of living with cancer and the need now, in my eighties, to imagine what new writing might be.