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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
Paris Memoir
Dream Reader, Nightmare Reviewer
This weekend brought two radically different responses to my new memoir that caused joy and despair, the alternation of outcomes my friend Carolyn used to
January 23, 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
Paris Memoir
Down for the count? Breathless is out!
What comes after the Countdown to Publication? The book launch. And what comes after that? Um…? You tell me. The day after my last scheduled
November 26, 2013
Paris Memoir
Where were you when you learned that President Kennedy was shot?
What does a memoirist really remember? Mortifying to confess, I remember where I was when I heard the news of the event in relation to
November 21, 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.