Leaning her silly, beautiful, drunken head on my shoulder, she said, “Oh, Esther, I don’t want to be a feminist. I don’t enjoy it. It’s no fun.””I know,” I said. “I don’t either.” People think...

The demon got up. The demon said Fool. To think you can eat their food and not talk to them. To think you can take their money and not be afraid of them. To think...

(Only God can make a tree and She seldom tries, nowadays.)

WE WUZ PUSHED.

Minority art, vernacular art, is marginal art. Only on the margins does growth occur.

I think,” said my neighbour, her chin very high in the air (and still spiffed, I am glad to say) “that women who’ve never married and never had children have missed out on the central...