by Karen Prager


Sometime during our first semester at college, in the fall of 1987, I mentioned to a male friend that I intended to stay home to raise my children. He said that if that was the case, I shouldn’t be taking up a space at Harvard that could go to somebody who would actually make good use of it. I was appalled.

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The Truth, in 3 Memoirs: Mother, Daughter, Sister

The articles in this special section:


by Karen Prager

A stay-at-home mother reflects on her Harvard degree

Sorrel Summer

by Marlene B Samuels

The daugher of Holocaust survivors passes through a narrow opening in to her mother's own girlhood

First Wednesday

by Barbara Gingold

In cutthroat Washington, the writer's younger sister managed to create a new tradition, quintessentially Jewish and feminist. Why does it live on-in Jerusalem-after cancer claims her?