Jane Vance Rule
Jane Vance Rule (28 March 1931 – 27 November 2007) was a Canadian writer of lesbian-themed novels and non-fiction.
Born in Plainfield, New Jersey, Jane Vance Rule was the oldest daughter of Carlotta Jane (Hink) and Arthur Richards Rule. She claimed she was a tomboy growing up and felt like an outsider for reaching six feet tall and being dyslexic. When she was 15 she read The Well of Loneliness and wrote later, "suddenly discovered that I was a freak."
Rule studied at Mills College in California. She graduated in 1952, moved to England for a short while and entered in a relationship with critic John Hulcoop. She taught at Concord Academy in Massachusetts where... more »
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''The message of women's liberation is that women can love each other and ourselves against our degrading education.''Jane Rule (b. 1931), Canadian lesbian, feminist, fiction writer, and essayist; born in the U.S. A Hot-Eyed Moderate, part 2 (1985).
Morality for the novelist is expressed not so much in the choice of subject matter as in the plot of the narrative, which is perhaps why in our morally bewildered time novelists have often been timid ...Jane Rule (b. 1931), Canadian fiction writer and essayist; born in the U. S... Outlander, part 2, essay 1 (1981). Many of Rule's story and novel p...
''Human beings tolerate what they understand they have to tolerate.''Jane Rule (b. 1931), Canadian fiction writer and essayist; born in the U. S... Outlander, part 2, essay 6 (1981). Rule, a lesbian, was living with...
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Lucky You !
So many friends are wonderful
They make your life worth living
And they have also learned the ant
That comes from joyful giving!
Whenever you feels selfish,
In a small and grasping way
Remember all the lovely things
That they have done today!
Without them you could never feel
The wondrous wings of prayer
Or understand the many ways
They show you that they care!
And so, when day is over,
And the shades of night are drawn
Be sure you count your blessings
Eve you see another lawn!
And so, head down