To the Women of the World: I Celebrate You

I was born of many women. I was born of my mother and grew up intimately with three sisters. Despite the looming patriarchal presence my father imposed, the women in my family had a world unto ourselves—one that existed out of my father’s gaze, on my mother’s bed as we piled in to watch the Gilmore girls, lined up to have our hair brushed and curled, or in the back bathroom of our house, late in the evening, as my sisters and I hoisted ourselves up on the counter of the sink… Read More