The danger lies in forgetting what we had. The flow between generations becomes a trickle, grandchildren tape-recording grandparents' memories on special occasions perhaps-no casual storytelling jogged by daily life, there being no shared daily life what with migrations, exiles, diasporas, rendings, the search for work. Or there is a shared daily life riddled with holes of silence.

No woman is really an insider in the institutions fathered by masculine consciousness.

False history gets made all day, any day, the truth of the new is never on the news False history gets written every day... The lesbian archaeologist watches h…

To become a token woman-whether you win the Nobel Prize or merely get tenure at the cost of denying your sisters-is to become something less than a man ... sin…