As a travel writer whose inbox is always jam-packed with profound and deeply moving press releases, it started me thinking. Wasn't it high time that the finest of these works earned the recognition they deserve?
I was reminded of the quote from the late poet Muriel Rukeyser -- ''What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open'' -- when I read Judith K. Witherow's collection of essays, Strong Enough To Bend.
Our culture is stuck in the '50s when it comes to feeding the family. It's still her job, even if it now means picking up a pizza, or microwaving frozen concoctions that taste like the cartons they come in.
I wholeheartedly stand with gay Americans in this movement. I hope the Supreme Court rules in favor of gay marriage and that financial equality for gay families can be achieved. I support unequivocally the sexual and reproductive rights of all people. But when will it be our turn?
February 26 marks the premiere of MAKERS: Women Who Make America, a documentary about how women took to the streets to transform society. Narrated by Meryl Streep, the series highlights women who have done extraordinary things.
For the first time, young activists organized a movement around their own lives and that of other women. Once they saw inequality, they saw it everywhere. And, it was everywhere. But like fish in water, it had just seemed normal.
The U.S. Treasury Department has been taking contributions toward the national debt since 1961. The largest single donation, made in 1992, was $3.5 million. Most contributions have been under $100 dollars.
We can start with gun control legislation. President Obama is in his second term and now is in a position to take action. Public opinion is on his side. Let's put pressure on our legislators to make sure this happens.
I've always imagined a life filled with travelling at the drop of a hat. This doesn't mean I'm less of a woman or that I'm broken; it simply means I'm sure of what I want and destined for a life without diapers.
Fear was releasing from my body as my mother's story echoed on the airwaves from the Pacific to the Sierra foothills. But when it came to my story -- my story, not my mother's -- the silence of my childhood was still deeply embedded in my body.