by Rebecca Goldstein

Philosophers with Wombs, Mothers without Housedresses

Although I was married shockingly young, right after my freshman year of college, I postponed having children for some years. I was moved by large and inexplicable ambitions. No woman I knew had the ambitions I did. The woman’s movement was in its toddler phase. In the Orthodox Jewish world in which I’d been raised, we hadn’t heard a peep out of it. So where did I get off thinking that I had important things to learn before I could even contemplate duplicating my genes? I have no idea.

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