Get plenty of sleep tonight and set your alarm. The Road Trip starts at 9 in the morning.
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).
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.”
From The Atlantic, this intriguing look at the proposition that perhaps what is keeping women writers from enjoying as many publication credits as men is the lack of submissions by women (seems like […]
by Suzannah Gilman My mother’s mother lies on this bed. She sways her head and mumbles, eyes blank as buttons. I hold her hand, recite The Lord’s Prayer, which she taught […]
[The landays] lilt internally from word to word in a kind of two-line lullaby that belies the sharpness of their content, which is distinctive not only for its beauty, bawdiness, and wit, but also for the piercing ability to articulate a common truth about war, separation, homeland, grief, or love… the couplets express a collective fury, a lament, an earthy joke, a love of home, a longing for the end of separation, a call to arms, all of which frustrate any facile image of a Pashtun woman as nothing but a mute ghost beneath a blue burqa.
Leave it to a 7 year-old boy to explain to everyone how his parents had another baby after his mother had her tubes tied and his father had a vasectomy.
For “The Big Question” in their April issue, The Atlantic asks “Who is the greatest fictional character of all time?” Alec Baldwin brings all his sensitivity and intelligence to bear on this question by speaking for everyone, not just himself, and by recognizing a difference in the sexes. Gag.