After dinner when you look at each other and wonder: what shall we do tonight? That Jewish holiday question: ‘Why is tonight different from other nights?’ unfortunately now gets answered with: It ain’t!
I’m thinking about good looks. I mean what is good looking? What looks good to whom? How do we know when we look good? Who do we look good to?
Many women, when their faces are at rest…have a look that many, especially men, find unpleasant.
As a lesbian feminist at aged 70 I’ve been at or near the front lines since I was 16 years old; and I haven’t stopped since then...
Oh no, it’s one of those end of the year letters that people send because they think their friends are interested in what award they got or how many National Parks they’ve visited; or how many cats they have! (Two, 25 pounds each) And you feel like you have to read them because what kind […]
We have one thing that they don’t: pure joy. It’s time to be plotting. It’s time to be relentless. It’s time to fire up our love. And this time it’s got to be tough love. Beware the Proud Boys, Aryan Nation, Alt-Right, Holocaust Questioners and all the White Guys who feel disenfranchised For the first […]
In the early 1990s I finally bought my own car, a twenty year old Volkswagen that was in pretty good condition. But like every ‘pre-owned’ car it sometimes needed professional attention. That meant I had to enter the minefield known as the garage. I was happy when a friend recommended one nearby in my Brooklyn […]
Almost immediately after the election—which I’ve come to think of as the Zombie Apocalypse—I received an email from novelist Carolina De Robertis. She was inviting authors of all types to write essays (in the form of letters) which would be part of an anthology called Radical Hope: Letters of Love and Dissent in Dangerous Times. […]
When GILDA, Diane and I pulled into Philadelphia, a city I’d visited regularly in the 1980s, it was like coming home. (Fortunately this was weeks ahead of the Democratic National Convention!) We stayed in a lovely B & B, The Alexander Inn, on Spruce St; just around the corner from the store where I was reading: […]
Of all the southern cities Atlanta is the one I’ve visited most. It’s got wonderful universities, peaches and Coca Cola (I know, not correct but it’s been my fave since I was a kid!). I attended the very first conference on Black Speculative Fiction writers at Clark Atlanta University more than a decade ago and […]
Hang on, it's going to be a wild ride!
Robin
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