Introducing: Stephanie Gilmore

January 8, 2014
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Stephanie Gilmore

Stephanie Gilmore

Stephanie Gilmore is an award-winning educator, writer, editor, and activist. She holds a Ph.D. in comparative women’s history from The Ohio State University, where she divided her time as a research assistant in Key West, FL and a managing editor for the Journal of Women’s History. After spending eight years in the academic world, she left and decided to dedicate her passion and talent to ending sexual violence on college and university campuses. She is currently the editor for the Committee on LGBT History and a member of the editorial collective for the academic journal Feminist Studies. She is also represented by Soapbox, Inc. For more, visit the “Writings and Workshops” page to access links to her books and relevant writings about sexual violence.

One Response to Introducing: Stephanie Gilmore

  1. gail summerhill on January 9, 2014 at 5:19 pm

    Stephanie
    Congratulations to you on following your passion. Miss our chats and fun times in the dept so long ago. Think of you often. Hope you are well and happy. Your picture sure says you are. It’s a beautiful one, just like you.
    Happy 2014
    Gail retired and digging up history in St. Augustine Fl for the winter!

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