Joanna Biggs
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I took off my wedding ring for the last time--a gold band with half a line of "Morning Song" by Sylvia Plath etched inside--and for weeks afterwards, my thumb would involuntarily reach across my palm for the warm bright circle that had gone. I didn't fling the ring into the long grass, like women do in the movies, but a feeling began bubbling up nevertheless, from my stomach to my throat: it could fling my arms out. I was free ... A few years into...
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A piercing blend of memoir, criticism, and biography examining how women writers across the centuries carved out intellectual freedom for themselves, and how others might do the same
I took off my wedding ring off for the last time, a gold band with half a line of "Morning Song" by Sylvia Plath etched inside, and for weeks afterwards, my thumb would involuntarily reach across my palm for the warm bright circle that had gone. I didn't fling the ring...