“On the roadside, in homes, or at the marketplaces, Haitian women studied women’s history, culture, and politics—all without formal education.”
Maybe we have something to learn from their proclivity for the irreconcilable, unruly, and open-ended.
“Speaking out” is what began the #MeToo movement. But fulfilling its goals will require listening.
Don’t question Angela Davis’ manuscript, Toni Morrison warned her publishing colleagues. Davis was not “Jane Fonda” but, rather, “Jean d’Arc.”
Artist Simone Leigh curated a series of intellectual sermons directed by Black women who grieved, strategized, loved, and yearned for community.
“For those Afro-Caribbean Panamanian who had lived through Panama’s Canal Zone apartheid, Brooklyn segregation probably came as no surprise.”
“We bring our own creativity into what we see—the seams get filled in, smoothed over, by our looking.”
A new film centers on a young, unmarried woman’s attempts to secure an abortion—over a decade before France legalized the practice in 1973.
Pamela Adlon reveals the mundane project of motherhood to be vast, fluid, and fascinating in its own right.
“We didn’t think of ourselves as hippies, we thought of ourselves as serious people with politics.”
“We have to take over spaces because we are not going to be invited in.”
Where do working-class women who are literary and experimental find, first, their models, and next, their readership?
Chicago—for women artists of various backgrounds—demanded a new art to advance the struggle for freedom by imagining other possible worlds.
“I didn’t pay much attention to what was being put in the archives… there are letters that, if I had been paying attention, wouldn’t be there.”
“I have an appetite for silence,” Emily Dickinson wrote, for “silence is infinity.” But are women today relishing in their solitude?
There are so many utopias. Could one be a small collective of nuns, performing their chores, far from the disasters of the 12th century?
In 1963, a Panamanian assemblywoman took to Cuban radio to condemn the United States and its control of the Americas.
Very much against the grain of most standard leftist work, “Daughter of Earth” remains unsettled and unsettling throughout.
What does it take to live without the ability to smile or move half of one’s face? For that matter, what does it take to live at all?
“One way to think about the act of annotating is that you are that meddlesome party gossip, telling the reader how to draw connections between the different parts of the text.”