Woman, Heal Thyself
by Kari Jenson GoldIn a world where all is understood through the lens of power, love is impossible. Women will always be destined for unhappiness if they choose power over love. Continue Reading »
In a world where all is understood through the lens of power, love is impossible. Women will always be destined for unhappiness if they choose power over love. Continue Reading »
Once we cease to see demanding relationships as primarily a burden on our liberty, we find that the labor of love is one of life’s greatest pleasures. It allows us to become the best versions of ourselves. Continue Reading »
The West no longer has any consensus on what it means to be a woman or even a person. Continue Reading »
Melanie Kirkpatrick joins the podcast to discuss her new book, Lady Editor: Sarah Josepha Hale and the Making of the Modern American Woman. Continue Reading »
Sadly for those of us who love it, Malcolm’s early style of journalism cannot flourish in the world she helped to make, and other, less critical kinds of journalism have replaced it. Continue Reading »
When I was about ten, I began to notice that my father would leave the table after dinner, assuming my mother would clear the dishes. As we grew older, my brothers did the same. I thought this unfair to my mother, whose chores seemed never to end. As the only daughter, I faced a dilemma: Should I . . . . Continue Reading »
President Biden’s policies have made him a danger to all women everywhere, even in high school restrooms. Continue Reading »
Mrs. America imagines that it can safely romanticize Schlafly’s pastel-colored suburban world because no woman today could possibly want to go back to it. Continue Reading »
The beloved evangelist Billy Graham (1918–2018) preached the gospel face to face to more people than any other figure in history. During his lengthy career, more than three million individuals placed their faith in Jesus by confessing their sins and asking Christ to be their Savior and Lord. . . . . Continue Reading »
A Saturday night, late February. Eileen and mein the back of the cramped car, Julie driving,Bruce riding shotgun. We’re heading downto Amherst for an evening of Borscht Belt vaudeville,Fifty Shades of Oy Vey at the local Jewish temple,and Julie’s taking all the back roads, so that, thoughI’ve . . . . Continue Reading »