Although much of Bradstreet’s work is about her deep love for God and her family, her mature work is considered by many to be the earliest American expression of feminist thought. It’s no wonder that Bradstreet was a strong woman: she survived the Atlantic crossing; smallpox and its life-long debilitating rheumatic effects; a house fire which ravaged her beloved home, and the demands of managing a bustling household due to her oft-absent husband, Simon. Her voice still rings as a model for New England resiliency and wit. Let’s remember Anne with a line from her later poetry, in which she revealed her opinion of those who’d limit her to domestic chores. Let’s be glad that she picked up pen as well as needle!
I am obnoxious to each carping tongue
Who says my hand a needle better fits