By Christina Hennemann We rest on this earth where they once ploughed, the sweat and laughs formed freckles under the sun and soil sloppy on shoelaces; my mother stumbled over a rock, stitches on cheek, her needle and thread that sewed my socks, my curtains, shade from the blazing truth out there, we’re invading our [...]
By Guyon Prince Artist's Statement: This collage takes a smiling, vacuuming lady from a 1950s LIFE Magazine advertisement and recontextualizes her. As we know, in the 50s it was largely (and incorrectly) assumed that most women were happy to stay home and tend the house and kids every day, while men went out into [...]
By Joyce Frohn My grandmother called herself a "tomboy." She bragged that she could chop wood and bale hay as fast as the men. And then they sat down and read the paper while she baked fine biscuits and pie. She loved hunting, motorcycles and gardening. She raised four children in a boxcar, teaching the [...]
By Marcella Remund I am 60 years old. In my lifetime, my mother’s lifetime, and all the lifetimes that came before, no woman has been president. Don’t tell me to get over it I have TRAINED blonde footballers for jobs I couldn’t get without a penis, jobs that paid ten times my single-mom salary. After [...]
By Trish Hopkinson —for Walt Whitman nor am I dismissed. I set myself apart, do not tremble beneath terms—cold manly, butch, ball-breaker bitch—do not determine my worth by whom I am kept. I ratchet skyward take my place at the sun’s table lifted by turquoise bone & bladed wings. My scarab shell snubs boot [...]
