by Suzannah Gilman Because I travel so much, my kids started calling me “Superfly Mama.” That’s superfly with the emphasis on self-confidence, not on ostentatiousness; the latter will get you nowhere fast […]
I am the author of a poetry chapbook, I Will Meet You at the River, (as Suzannah Gilman), frequent traveler, and a licensed attorney who represented victims of domestic violence under a grant from the U.S. Dept. of Justice Office on Violence Against Women. My poetry, essays, fiction, and nonfiction have in such in such publications as The Florida Review, Pearl Magazine, Calyx Journal, Green Hills Literary Lantern, Pearl Magazine, Prick of the Spindle, Slow Trains, The Cafe Review, and The Meridian Anthology of Contemporary Poetry. I competed in flash fiction slams, winning every time. I won Literary Death Match on my 50th birthday. Twice nominated for a Pushcart Prize for poetry, I now concentrate on blogging for The Gloria Sirens and writing fiction. I have four children, four daughters-in-law, and four grandchildren. I live with my husband, the poet Billy Collins, in Florida.
by Suzannah Gilman Because I travel so much, my kids started calling me “Superfly Mama.” That’s superfly with the emphasis on self-confidence, not on ostentatiousness; the latter will get you nowhere fast […]
by Suzannah Gilman When a woman hasn’t been the victim of physical abuse by her partner, odds are she doesn’t think she’s a victim of domestic violence (DV). But the common misconception […]
The Facebook post of a friend, asking others to share their New Year’s Resolutions, reminded me of what I’d decided last January. I’d add one thing to my advice: congratulate yourself on […]
“Wise men speak because they have something to say; Fools because they have to say something.” ~ Plato I’m not saying my mother is a fool, but when I […]
“By its nature, Transition reveals a world between: between then and now; between old and new; between heaven and earth. Transition claims us, demands we trust that the birth will come, that the new life will appear.”
Today’s poem on The Writer’s Almanac hits about seven different places inside me. What about you? Here’s the beginning: . Swept Away How innocent are lovers in the middle of their lives, […]
I grew up going to church, I met my former husband at church, and I was always taught and always believed that love, including romantic love, should be unconditional. Or I thought I believed it.
Woman-bashing, fat-shaming, resorting to personal attacks against women regarding appearance when we don’t agree with them… what’s up with this, anyway? Julie Compton, a lesbian who endures regular rude and insensitive treatment […]
A Turkish bride and groom opted to feed 4,000 Syrian refugees instead of holding a traditional wedding reception. Fethullah Üzümcüoğlu and Esra Polat weighed feeding their family and friends against feeding those […]
What if we got outside ourselves and there / really was an outside out there, not just / our insides turned inside out? What if there / really were a you beyond […]