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Sisters in Struggle: An Ode of Love
By Mazuba Haanyama In tribute to the life and legacy of Assata Shakur, we commune here, sisters bound in struggle, reflecting on the myriad of struggles we continue to traverse in our individual and...
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Segregated Sisterhoods and the Mercurial Politics of Racial Truth-Telling
By Shannen Dee Williams Elaine Clyburn with Sister Agnes Clare at Mt. Saint Joseph Academy’s Graduation in 1952 “Young lady, you just told my story. In 1952, I was denied admission to the Sisters of...
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Personal is Political: Guinevere
By Elizabeth Dunphey ++++I am thinking of you, Guinevere. We were practical sisters, at seventeen. I met you at a party. It was the 90s. You were wearing a ski cap over chocolate brown locks. You...
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COLLEGE FEMINISMS: Women with Bad Aim
By Colleen Ladd A group of girls stand in line at the back of a large house with white French doors, the only thing that divides you and your group as outsiders. This is the fourth door you’ve been to...
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In ‘My Solitude’ with Toni Cade Bambara
By Pamela Hooks I was young and on the fast track to nowhere. I knew nothing and didn’t appreciate that very statement. I know nothing. It was 1982, and I was working at the leading local TV station as...
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Afterword: Toni Cade Bambara’s Living Legacy
#BambaraOnTFW Sixty-nine essays, remembrances, love notes, poems, and videos, and thirteen days later, my sister co-curator and co-editor, Heidi Renée Lewis and I are closing The Feminist Wire’s 2014...
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How I Built Community While Researching Accountability
Content Notice: This article is part of the #LoveWITHAccountability forum on The Feminist Wire. The purpose of this forum and the #LoveWITHAccountability project is to prioritize child sexual abuse,...
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EMERGING FEMINISMS, the weird poet’s ramblings
By Sumayyah Malik “A tribute to weirdom” i’m going to spread the primrose smell off myself, and will sprout today, like Jack’s beanstalk that spells herself weird: weirdom waxed my womb as a kid,...
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