How ironic that while propped-up limp on the couch with mega-doses of steroids running through my veins, hoping they would jump-start my body after a multiple sclerosis exacerbation, I read of a band of strong women who play and hunt through the countryside and wage war on the old ways of seeing and doing. Considering my physical past, how ironic that I should read Les Guérillères on a day that I could hardly move my body. I felt most myself when playing in trees, shooting a basket, cliff jumping into water, marathon running, skiing, sprinting through the forest, and uniting with nature in the moonlight. I was once a physical powerhouse, loving to feel in my body the precision and coordination of movement. The Social, Cultural, and Political Necessity of Anne SextonĪ Review of Donna Prinzmetal's Snow Whiteĭue Diligence (A.K.A. "A Witch, A Cat Woman": Cat Woman's Patriarchal Roots Imagining Differently: Revisiting Radical Feminismįirst Responder Who Only Fainted During Training Videos Conversations with a Bee, a Lily, and a BearĪscension of St.
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