In memory of my dear friend, Mary, the magical “Claire” of my memoir who died Sunday, June 15, of a brain tumor, I am re-posting this chapter from my memoir, Tasting Home.
Before I entered the women’s group at Penn, I didn’t much trust other women. (Mother had left me wary about members of our sex.) In the end, I would have a long history with such groups—and the menus would become increasingly elaborate– but it was Claire who prepared me, who first opened me to the love and care of women.
With Authors Judith Newton, Jessica Levine, and Rossandra White
May 17 – 7:30 PM • The Avid Reader • 617 Second Street • Davis, CA 95616 • (530) 758-4040
May 17th at 7:30 p.m., the Avid Reader bookstore in Davis presents book readings and discussion with authors Judith Newton, Jessica Levine, and Rossandra White. Their recent books are published by She Writes Press, a San Francisco Bay Area publisher founded to serve members of She Writes, the largest global community of women writers online and women writers everywhere. The program showcases the diversity and power of the She Writes list and reflects the reality that more women are writing for public consumption than ever before.
The authors will discuss the new publishing possibilities available to authors today, their own journeys to publication, and the ways in which women’s lives and stories are as central to history and culture as those of men.
The audience is invited to participate in this discussion and celebration of women’s voices and their potential empowerment in publishing today. Continue reading
“The more expensive staterooms on ship came with butlers. The very idea of a butler made us break into a sweat.”
I’ve been meaning to write about cruising for a long time. Cruises are great when previous trips have made you sick of packing and unpacking luggage and of dragging large bags over cobblestones and carrying them up staircases that never end. Suitcase weariness was mainly why my husband, Bill, and I decided to try another cruise last fall. Shipboard closets are reliably large and come with drawers. You unpack once and that’s it. And after a few days of walking six to seven hours on land excursions, you find that returning to your stateroom really does feel like going home. The plumbing is reliable and you don’t have to keep figuring out where things are and how to flush the toilet, and this time we even had a bath tub. What luxury! And then there’s the verandah, good for private moments with the ocean.
I can’t say that I was ever fond of France, a fact that had much to do with my inability to properly pronounce the language– and with the scorn of Parisians, in the past, for my less than perfect efforts. I spoke Spanish and Italian well enough for travel—and German too, though Germans wouldn’t let you speak more than one or two words in their native tongue, before they insisted on dazzling you with impeccable English. But the French were less likely to bail you out. There’s nothing like French linguistic disdain to keep you vacationing in Italy and Spain.
Award winning authors Judith Newton, Tasting Home, and Rebecca Coffey, Nietzsche’s Angel Food Cake, explore intersections of the literary and the gastronomical.
*Thursday, April 3, 7:30.At Books Inc., 2275 Market St., San Francisco* Continue reading
” Perhaps the story of our love belongs to the 1960s, when everything seemed possible, a spirit we never lost.”
Dick and I 1968
I met him in graduate school during the early sixties, the kind of smart, studious young man I‘d always been drawn to but never managed to date. He said “oops” a lot and was so funny that being in his company felt like having childhood for the first time. He knew music, wrote poetry in a serious way, and was, in my eyes, the smartest person in our circle. We only saw each other in a group or in a threesome, but we began to rest in each other‘s company, to draw close without touching.
In the spring of our second year, he had a series of anxiety attacks, and that summer he left graduate school to teach. He also entered therapy. We sent each other letters–he rather less frequently than I–and two years later he returned, giving me a passionate kiss upon arrival. In November he said to me, “I think I love you.” I told my friend, “He is the only man I’ve ever wanted. I’ll do anything to have him.” Continue reading
Food for the body is not enough. There must be food for the soul.
Mark Miller’s Coyote Café was first published in January of 1989, the year I became director of a women’s studies program. And, in ways I couldn’t have imagined, it began to influence my life. I discovered the cookbook on my first trip to Santa Fe in the spring of 1992. I had recently divorced and was trying to evolve, move on, and redefine my personal life. I had also become immersed in an effort to create a cross race political alliance on my campus among faculty in women’s and ethnic studies programs. Cooking large buffets had become central to my organizing efforts. Continue reading
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She Writes Press (SWP), is holding a seven-day holiday sale on 18 of their titles (featured above) starting today, Friday, November 29th. This means that the e-book version of Tasting Home (along with 17 of its SWP litter-mates) is available for 99 cents between November 29th and December 6th.
Treat yourself or give these books as gifts to anyone with an email account. Your holiday shopping problems solved! The books are available across all e-book formats, such as Kindle and Nook. You just pick a title you like, look it up on, say, Amazon, and click on the Give As Gift Button. For under a buck you’ve got your e-book. No muss, no fuss, no shipping. For under 18 dollars you can have every book on this list. Continue reading
While writing my food memoir, Tasting Home, I avoided reading anything analytical about women and food. (I had been a professor for most of my life and didn’t want to write an academic memoir.) Only after I finished the book, did I begin to read critical work on women’s culinary reflections. It was then I learned about “the new domesticity.”