Picture a Saturday in February, a crisp walk for two on a Cape Cod salt marsh. Each step meant testing the ground in front of us, given the recent snowfall and thawing earth.
My name, Renée, means ‘re-born’. It bears a distinct irony considering the power of naming, re-naming, un-naming, and misnaming which are all constituted in a process of birthing or rebirthing.
When I first initiated my doctoral project, I wasn’t thinking of any specific gender issue.