Half the Sky

After my parents divorced when I was six, and my mother's lover wouldn't divorce his wife, my mother took to hating men. She walked into a women's bookstore down the street called Half the Sky and found where she belonged, surrounded by the strongest women she'd ever known: intellectuals, writers, artists, sculptors, musicians, all with radical feminist views for the 1980s. My mother became the token hetero in this group and my brother and I became their children. I remember later in life telling people that I wasn't just raised by my mother, I was raised by a pack of lesbians.