By Hedgebrook Staff

Bookshelves Full of Women Writers

When I was a little girl growing up in the suburbs of Madison, Wisconsin, I was convinced that I would grow up to be president.

I was an only child and attracted to situations where I was in charge. While some might call it bossiness, I’d prefer to reframe it as early evidence of leadership skills.

Always eager to raise my hand with the correct answer, I was straight A student in school. I savored parent teacher conferences, as I would ask to sit in on them, so I could be showered with the praise of my teachers.   Read more