This month, we Sirens are devoting ourselves to some of our best-loved words. As you will see, I don’t always go with the grain, but this rant does turn to praise. “Mindful” […]
I'm a Gloria Siren, a licensed attorney, and a mother of four adults. I own my own tools, drive a stick shift, am quite fond of my Old Country Roses china, can do the NY Times Crossword every day of the week, and am told I'm "high-maintenance." Whatever. I'm an experienced traveler who can navigate through airport security faster than George Clooney's character in "Up in the Air" (2009).
When is the last time you put yourself out there and tried something you wanted to do but felt timid or afraid to try? I’m inspired by Tracey, who is 51 and has […]
by Paula Whyman “Statute of Limitations” first appeared in the March-April 2009 issue of Bethesda Magazine. Ginny was making dinner for Mike’s friends, Pogo and Ann. They’d never been to the new house […]
This is your singlehood, your life, and your happiness.
by Suzannah Gilman There is an art to writing letters. There is a darker art to writing Christmas letters. To write Christmas letters, one must first possess an inflated sense of […]
Trigger Warning: Rape/Sexual Assault The stereotypical image of ‘real’ rape? “[T]he crime consists of a forcible attack, perpetrated by a male stranger on a female victim who has not been drinking or […]
Jen Pastiloff first posted this essay, titled “Shame to Love: Learning to Live Again After Rape” on TheManifestStation.net, leaving the writer’s name out. She’s posting it again after receiving this note: ”Dear […]
by Suzannah Gilman No, I can’t pass judgment on what happened in that situation, but I can be glad for the revival of the noise. Sadly, the allegations of sexual abuse at […]
by Suzannah Gilman I had never before thought I was going to die. I was in one situation where I hoped I wouldn’t die. I was a teenager, riding in a car […]
HOMEWORK by Terry Godbey The last time I stared at a sonogram screen, my husband held my hand. We watched the flickers of our son’s heartbeat, admired his runner’s legs that […]