Abstract

This text evaluates the role of feminism and motherhood, declaring that there has been a silence around the subject of mothering as if it were almost embarrassing for real feminists to be concerned with themselves as mothers. Now, with growing children herself, Anne Roiphe says how motherhood became, despite my work, the landscape, the bone, the marrow of myself. A political argument, told from an intimate and personal approach, this book studies the role of both mother and father, and goes to the heart of feminist issues embedded within the experience of mothering.