By Susan Lilley When I finally get the car radio to myself, one hand roams the satellite and I almost miss it. And I’ve got one more silver dollar . . . […]
One More Silver Dollar
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Poet, teacher, mama, friend, wanderer, celebrator of life.
A Man in a Hurry
By Susan Lilley The Sunday we now know was his last ended with an Easter cook-out, and Dad picked up a plastic patio chair that just that […]
My Relationship. With Writing.
By Susan Lilley Another stop on the writing process blog tour! First, a big shout out to Darlyn Finch Kuhn, who invited me into this chain of discussions about writing. Darlyn is […]
So You Think Women are People. Want a Cookie?
By Megan Burbank (originally posted in LunaLunamag.com) There’s a post on Tumblr I noticed about a month ago of nine delicious-looking frosted sugar cookies. But if you look closely at the […]
A Woman and Her Car
By Susan Lilley Gone. Gone in a blaze of taillights and dust, that’s me, dust swirling on the dirt road. Better than horses, it roars— my ally, […]
Misogyny and #YesAllofUS
So much to say on this topic. So much wearily held in for so long. The Santa Barbara horror has pierced a long-festering soreness in women. These sad and urgent songs must […]
Walking While Fat and Female – Or, Why I Don’t Care Not All Men are Like That
“Being a woman (cis, trans, or otherwise) means that you grow accustomed to men and sometimes women, commenting about your body on a regular basis without provocation.
Palm Court
By Susan Lilley My treasured mom died in 2007; later that year I visited my daughter in Tallahassee, Florida where she was attending college. Together we found the place my mother lived […]
To Endings–read it and shiver.
Siren Katie Riegel floors us with a gorgeous poem in Mead. by Katherine Riegel I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell, but just coming to the end of his triumph. […]
Cheaper Than Therapy: Your Official Episcopagan Easter Message
By Susan Lilley As Bishop of the Episcopagan Church of America, I realized that in all the excitement of the spring rites of free-floating anxiety, intermittent joy, and sadness for the state […]
The Gloria Sirens 