Ariel Gore
Ariel Gore
Ariel Goreis a journalist, memoirist, novelist, nonfiction author, and teacher. She is the founding editor/publisher of Hip Mama, an Alternative Press Award-winning publication covering the culture and politics of motherhood. Through her work on Hip Mama, Gore is widely credited with launching maternal feminism and the contemporary mothers' movement. "It's the quality of the writing that sets Hip Mama apart," The New Yorker noted. Gore's fiction and nonfiction work also explores creativity, spirituality, queer culture, and positive psychology...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionJournalist
Date of Birth25 June 1970
CountryUnited States of America
The first person who ever told me that happiness was work was this manic-depressive artist I knew when I was in my 20s. I was like, 'What are you talking about? Happiness just happens. That's even the root of that word. How could it be work?
Researchers warn us against walking out on married life without a dang good reason.
I don't know if my mother was a narcissist - or bi-polar or borderline. Those were words she tossed around over the years.
In all of my looking at happiness, one thing I noticed right away is that the opposite of happiness isn't unhappiness or even depression, it's anxiety. It is something that can constantly block our happiness, or our chance to reach that sort of meditative state in our work or our home lives.
Conventional wisdom tells us we'll only be happier after a divorce if the marriage itself was a war zone.
If you need help or advice, ask for it, but don't worry too much about hurting other people's feelings by not doing what they say. If your gut says no, trust it. Do what seems right.
I've been thinking about disowning some of my genes lately. I have a few healthy, happy, long-living optimists in my family tree - most of them fans of Christian Science founder Mary Baker Eddy, a major champion of positive thinking. But I've got plenty of ancestors who played out more tortured hands.
When I was a kid, my mother's parenting style teetered between benign neglect and intense bouts of violence.
In my experience, staying in a marriage that my ex and I both agreed had all its best moments behind it was epically depressing.
Before I published anything, I dreamed of publication, but I didn't actually write for it. I imagined that writing for an audience was something for fancier people. I aspired, but mostly I wrote for myself. I wrote because it made me happy.
The last introvert in a world of extroverts. Silence: my response to both emptiness and saturation. But silence frightens people. I had to learn how to talk. Out of politeness.
With each beat, the heart pumps nearly three ounces of blood into the arteries--seventy-five to ninety gallons an hour when the body is at rest.
Maybe it goes without saying that if you want to become a famous writer before you’re dead, you’ll have to write something. But the folks in my classes with the biggest ideas and the best publicity shots ready to grace the back covers of their best-selling novels are also usually the ones who aren’t holding any paper.
Settling other people's land is an American tradition.