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
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.
Your heart is the size of your fist; keep loving, keep fighting.
A lot of positive psychology is stuck in being the psychology of privilege, and I reject that.
Looking for the perfect day is not going to make us happy, because that day isn't going to come.
When you study postpartum depression, there is a very clear understanding that in communities where you see more support, there is less depression.
Some caregivers want to reciprocate the care they themselves received as children.
A lot of women make choices based on how they saw their mother's choices working out, how they saw the choices of the women elders in their lives working out. There's some rebellion in that, but there's also some deep reflection.
Everything is freedom and everything is loneliness. Make your choice and let the rest fall away.
Nourish the world with your words, yo.
Settling other people's land is an American tradition.
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.
It is a great paradox and a great injustice that writers write because we fear death and want to leave something indestructible in our wake and, at the same time, are drawn to all the things that kill: whiskey and cigarettes, unprotected sex, and deep-fried burritos.
I've never been socially outgoing, but I suspect I've gotten more and more ambivalent about making new friends. I'm irritated by how-do-you-do chit-chat, but that's how new relationships usually begin.
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.