What I remember about Carolyn with an onslaught of intellectual agita is not solely the artifact of a major death anniversary, but also the surprising effects of an earlier encounter with an interesting young woman.
Had I told Carolyn the mismemory story (see part 1) many years later, at one of our weekly dinners, confessed my confusion and embarrassment but
It was October 1992. Carolyn had retired from Columbia after the spring semester—early, as retirements go these days, at sixty-six. The head of the Women’s […]
October 10 is my friend Naomi Schor’s birthday. She would have turned 80 this year. Naomi’s Breaking the Chain: Women, Theory, and French Realist Fiction
OCTOBER 22, 1992: “Out of the Academy and into the World with Carolyn G. Heilbrun”: This is how I want to remember Carolyn Heilbrun, the
I’m happy to welcome 2023 by announcing the publication of a new collection — Feminists Reclaim Mentorship: An Anthology — that I’ve co-imagined and co-edited
Year 10 of my scan-to-scan existence. I don’t know what’s more amazing: that I’m still alive or that the cancer has become (almost) chronic. Please
According to today’s reporting, more than 70,000 thousand refugees have fled Ukraine for Moldova. I return in memory, shock, and disbelief to my Eastern European
Almost exactly three years ago (longer in pandemic time) I published my book about women’s friendships, My Brilliant Friends. It’s now out in paperback, again
For a long time, I’ve been living with cancer, lung cancer to be exact. This is in fact year 8. I had more or less
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.