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A Life in Motion Now Up on Google

I just learned that A Life in Motion is now available in the Google eBookstore. You can download it by going here: http://books.google.com/ebooks?id=xGs5Rg-9VUwC&dq=A%20life%20in%20Motion&as_brr=5&source=webstore_bookcard
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The Unexpected Rules the Day









Iranian author Shahrnush Parsipur and meSan Francisco State University staff and me
Iranian author Shahrnush Parsipur and me
San Francisco State University staff and me


Long before I set out for the west coast readings, Julie Olsen Edwards, one of Tillie Olsen’s daughters, asked women’s studies faculty at San Francisco State University whether they’d like to have me read from my memoir. She asked them because I was Tillie’s publisher and friend, and because Tillie’s daughters have given women’s studies at SFSU a bequest establishing a Tillie Olsen student award. Read More 
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Correction

Sorry for an error involving the University of Washington, whose department is called Gender, Women and Sexuality Department. It was Eileen Boris, the chair of the department of Feminist Studies at the University of California at Santa Barbara, who told me that she had petitioned to have the name of her department changed to Feminist Studies because of the request of male Affiliated Faculty. Read More 
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What's in a Name?

On my recent trip to the west coast, in part I was the guest of four “women’s studies programs,” though I must say at once that none of them are “programs,” and none of them call themselves “women’s studies.” Indeed, they are each departments, though they began life in the 1970s as programs. What is the difference? Does it matter what a university unit is called? And who cares? Read More 
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The Month of April Disappears Without Blogs

I thought I would write blogs as I moved from place to place in California, and so I carried my little Toyota with me. But the most I could do at the end of a day of talking, talking, talking, was to write a brief journal reporting on how tired I was or how I’d spent the day and evening talking. Or, when I was more tired that that, I wrote nothing. And the next morning was no use, for I rose in time to begin another schedule. Read More 
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