What’s your pronoun? One’s capacity for love?

by Jeanne Arnold Since 1976, I’ve played around with the concept of androgyny and the use of gender-free pronouns and was captivated by the concept presented in Carolyn Heilbrun’s Toward a Recognition of Androgyny: the realization of man in woman and woman in man. I was entranced with her analysis of Virginia Woolf and her Orlando novel…

With Goddess-like bodies

Full Moon at North Beach By Jeanne Arnold We gathered for our annual August Full Moon Circle on the grassy space across from Lake Michigan’s broad and sandy beach, and each year I do the practical details that are necessary for our gathering including getting permission for a bonfire in case police drive by and…

Loreen Greene Mohr

Sing Out about Our First UNsung Woman March, 2022 Sponsored by ArtRoots, a Writer in Residence Project January to June 2022 Submitted by Lee Ann Roberts Part 1 of 3 Loreen Greene Mohr has been keeping members of our community well informed for more than 40 years. Even those who don’t recognize her name might…

“Erase fathergod image” 

An inflammatory ending Jeanne Arnold’s Journal Times Commentary on April 10, 1980  The newspaper’s bold-type headline, quoted over many other possible choices in this commentary, surprised and shocked even me when I opened the Opinion Page. I like the bio info better than the headline. Oh well. So it goes. I bet I got lots…

Mother Courage expands the dream

Joining the growing feminist/lesbian network By Jeanne Arnold Barbara’s bookstore dream became a nightmare. At first our store succeeded and sold many books like Rita Mae Brown’s Rubyfruit Jungle and Marilyn French’s The Woman’s Room. Then the Regency Mall opened with two big-chain bookstores that ruined our sales. When Barbara was a teenager, she imagined being a Christian missionary. “Now…

Mother Courage & the dream 

Proud of being “OUT” By Jeanne Arnold Madison’s book shoppers seemed quite blasé about Barbara’s eight life-sized but headless nude paintings hanging for her one-woman show at Room of One’s Own, the only thriving feminist bookstore in Wisconsin. The manager appreciated them. She smiled saying, “The girls certainly do warm up the room.”  To celebrate Barbara’s…

A day of self-indulgence        Part 2       

The horse knows the way By Jeanne Arnold Because of my extra time wrapped in a blanket hearing New Age music at the Osmosis Enzyme Bath and Massage spa, I was behind schedule more than I planned. The healing relaxation of my body and mind turned to stress when I jumped in my rented Neon,…

A day of self-indulgence Part 1 of 2

By Jeanne Arnold A day of self-indulgence awaited me, one so extremely nurturing that I wept at the start of it, my most extravagant day. And I needed it. I was delighted with my view on this August morning’s drive on Highway 1 to Freestone, California. The Pacific Ocean’s fog hung over the mountains with…

“Who do you sleep with?”

By Jeanne Arnold The April sun pokes—no, dimly casts a cool light through the midpoint branches of the evergreen tree. Except for that point of the sun, you’d think it was late November because of the snow cover around us, a orange-pink color on the whiteness to the west, From my window I noticed a…

Barbara said, “We’re not very good, but we’re funny.”

By Jeanne Arnold  After treating them to lunch, my gang moaned about their lost love of making music, a memory that has been sounding within us all. Barbara and Betty play together but Joanne’s accordion lives in her attic; Mary Lou remembers playing the piano; Sharon likes her bongo drum but is tempted to learn…