A few days ago I wrote a post about the Delhi gang rape. It was called “Angry” and it detailed the rage I felt both about what that young woman had suffered and what every woman in this country experiences to greater or lesser [...]
I am angry at every man I see these days. In a fancy home-goods shop this afternoon, I watched as an older guy got too close to a young salesgirl. One month ago, I might have rolled my eyes and moved on. Today, I stood right where I was, arms [...]
Sometimes we just get lucky. Really and truly and amazingly lucky. Several years ago, I wrote this little essay and sent it around to as many people as I could think of: I told a friend in Mumbai that I was coming there in March to headhunt for [...]
Moy Moy’s birthday is always my year’s most emotional day. Ever since we were told – 12 years ago now! – that she had only a few more months to live, her birthday has been our very own “Yes we can.” As she [...]
I grew up with this sweet little jug. It was part of a set my parents received on their wedding day, and all of it would appear on the dining table every Thanksgiving and Christmas, a signal to us children of just how special the meal would be. [...]
I was the first person in America to go to jail for opposing abortion. It was 1977 and abortion had been legal for four years. I was 19, a very close friend was pregnant and didn’t want to be and life was black and white to me. She went to [...]
Nothing’s a gift, it’s all on loan. I’m drowning in debts up to my ears. I’ll have to pay for myself with my self, give up my life for my life. Here’s how it’s arranged: The heart can be repossessed, the [...]