
by Ann LaBar I. Tale of year’s dead, Grim Reaper busy in root cellar and shed The list is a long one: Commencing with countless least shrews, twenty-some short tailed shrews strewn […]
I'm Trick Dog Trainer, the co-host of the podcast This Animal Life, and the author two books, the memoir, For the Love of a Dog, (Harmony Books), and the novel, Body Sharers (Rutgers University Press). Body Sharers placed among the finalists for the PEN/Hemingway Foundation Award for Best First Novel. Recent honors include finalist for the 2017 Frank McCourt Memoir Prize, winner of the 2016 Briar Cliff Review Nonfiction Award, winner of the 2013 Florida Review Editor’s Award, and a Best American Essays 2015 Notable Essay. I teach creative writing and dog training in Tampa Bay.
by Ann LaBar I. Tale of year’s dead, Grim Reaper busy in root cellar and shed The list is a long one: Commencing with countless least shrews, twenty-some short tailed shrews strewn […]
“Another huge perk is that, unlike uber-gifted children, before they grow up and go off to college to scare the cr*p out of you by changing their majors and their genders, they die.” […]
A Month of Animal Heat All through the month of August, in cicada song and steam, the Gloria Sirens will bring you animal stories, songs, poems, and pictures. We’ll feature summertime with our […]
WRATH: One way to handle ignoramuses who think they’re anti-feminist. The Bloggess So…yeah. Right now there’s a lot of talk about a tumblr called WomenAgainstFeminism. It’s just pictures of some women holding […]
Originally posted on Lisa Lanser Rose:
Mick at four-and-a-half months Today I’m going to brave the taboo topic of getting angry at your dog. Nowadays, if you so much as breathe a…
Fiction by Marcia Aldrich You have to be willing to delete. You can’t be a hoarder, keeping every text message he sends, every letter, every napkin from every restaurant where you’ve met. […]
by Wendy Goddard I only ever imagined the whispers behind shielding hands: “Did you hear about her mom?” “Did you see the ambulance at the house yesterday afternoon?” “I heard she was […]
where he’s not Bashful and she’s not Snow White.”
When you’re out road-tripping with the Sirens this Saturday, beware of literary lionesses on the prowl.