My initial understanding of feminism crystallized one fall day in my junior year of high school, in 1968, when I met Anne Sexton on the back porch of our house in Hanover, New Hampshire. My father had invited Anne to read her poetry on the Dartmouth College campus (then all male). It was six months after she’d won her Pulitzer Prize (Live or Die) and eighteen months after he’d won his (Selected Poems, 1930-1965).
Glamorous and warm, Anne took our back-porch stairs like she owned them. In a straight sheath dress with a string of pearls around her neck, she […]The post For Feminism, Basically appeared first on Ms. Career Girl.