Some Asian American male scholars have claimed this muse to be Guong Goong, God of Literature, and, simultaneously, although not coincidentally or triflingly, God of War, but I did not have such a gendered muse in mind then.

There are a couple of poems I've written with masculine muses, very often the muse to me is a female.

At a certain point, the struggles with teaching and mothering and so on and so forth, those decline, those lessen.

I had to do the academic writing. At a top research university, publishing of a certain kind is very important. So your friend is right. You can't do three things well.

Growing up in Asia in a particular time period - the '50s and '60s - I attended a Catholic missionary school where I was taught by nuns and where consciousness of the body was repressed. Yet at the same time, the female body was a highly visible and sensitive site.

When people say "the body," frequently they mean the literal body, the physical body.

My brothers were my peers, but they were not the preeminent male figures in my emotional life.