Don’t give up hope. We’re in this together. We are the majority. And we will win.
Tag Archives: personal essay
This is a Post About Cats
Much like the great Neil Gaiman, I have a thing for cats. And that has become a big part of my writing
On Surviving—and Speaking Out
Sexual assault isn’t fun to experience—or write about. But April is Sexual Assault Awareness Month, and it’s long past time for people around the world to pay attention.
My Mother’s Story
In her thirties she needed to go back to the dirt scrabble town of her Ukrainian ancestors, 30 miles outside of what was then Kiev. She flew to Moscow and boarded a train for Kiev on the eve of WWII.
Celebrating Feminism for Women’s History Month
I want to spend the month thinking again about the future—and re-defining feminism so it can be meaningful.
Loving Wisdom from The Road Not Taken
In my novel, The Road Not Taken, there is a friendship between two women from different worlds. It provides perfect models for friendships today as we change together in crisis.
About That “Last” Anniversary of Roe…
Happy Anniversary to Roe v Wade. (One that some experts warn could be the last.) I wonder if shouting that is an exercise in despair? Despair hidden as denials, guesses about how bad SCOTUS’s decision will be, despair that the current law in Texas allows no abortion even in cases of rape or incest? HowContinue reading “About That “Last” Anniversary of Roe…”
My New Year’s Resolution
I will write (more) feminist stories in 2022. That’s my resolution—and my part in the revolution.
Hanukkah, Humanity, and Our Power to Find Joy—and Fight for Progress
During this time in which we come together to remember what we have survived, and celebrate the light that never goes out inside all of us, I have been picturing a celebration, a coming together of us, that I know is worth saving, fighting for, striving for. As the children call up to their home in mid winter darkness, these humans get to see that our world is still powerful and full of joy and definitely capable of change…
How Creating “club termina” Taught Me the Power of Sharing My Story
You could feel it build as the women performed. Audiences got transported to this strange club, suspended in disbelief, rooting for everybody to survive. But when the character Secret, written in homage to my late friend Sigrid, did her monologue, people realized they weren’t going to get a happy ending.
Susan Rubin 