All things being equal, I would choose a woman over a man in order to even the balance of power, to insinuate a different perspective into the process, to give young women something to shoot for and someone to look up to. But all things are rarely equal.

A friend and I flew south with our children. During the week we spent together I took off my shoes, let down my hair, took apart my psyche, cleaned the pieces, and put them together again in much improved condition. I feel like a car that's just had a tune-up. Only another woman could have acted as the mechanic.

All the things we don’t say, all the words we swallow, and it makes nothing but trouble.

When an actress takes off her clothes onscreen but a nursing mother is told to leave, what message do we send about the roles of women?

Women who marry early are often overly enamored of the kind of man who looks great in wedding pictures and passes the maid of honor his telephone number.

I remember adolescence, the years of having the impulse control of a mousetrap, of being as private as a safe-deposit box.

Maybe crazy is just the word we use for feelings that will not be contained.