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 how […]
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).
Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist and author Tony Horwitz gives an inside look at digital publishing and his opinion of digital books versus paper (“real”) books, based on his experience writing a 40,000-word piece […]
by Suzannah Gilman I have traveled across mountain and desert with my firstborn in the belly of a jet plane. I have driven him hundreds of miles more so we could […]
What do you get when you combine 200 miles of Florida road, a hocked typewriter, a 1971 Pinto, sudden dashes à la Emily Dickinson, an unlit baseball field, a bicycle race, two broken hearts, and a whole lotta Bondo? Something highly combustible, of course.
It’s easy: look at the top banner on The Gloria Sirens homepage (pictured below). Select “Road Trips” (below, it’s highlighted in black) under the banner and access all the Road Trip pieces. […]
Get plenty of sleep tonight and set your alarm. The Road Trip starts at 9 in the morning.
Summer Solstice is the perfect day for a virtual road trip. On June 21, we will post a mix of stories, essays, poems, and photographs as eclectic as we Sirens ourselves. So […]
June 21 is Summer Solstice, the longest day of the year. What better day to take a virtual Road Trip with The Gloria Sirens? On June 21 we will post several pieces […]
Clarity for Joachim The way they do, this storm’s brought clarity and coolness to the air, and seeming calm. Hardly a day to muse on one’s mortality, the sun this bright, the […]
Glancing at the clock, I finally interrupted the men around the conference table, who had been jabbering when we had important issues on the agenda. The meeting was at my firm’s office, and I was responsible for running a productive meeting.
“Okay, there will be enough time for all of that later. Let’s get down to business,” I said.
The men all turned to me and glared. They hushed, but they exchanged looks with one another as if to say “What a bitch.”