All of the Sirens will be Marching tomorrow. Some in DC, and some in our home states. People all over the world will march with us. (Will you?) To commemorate these marches, […]
Moving Forward with Poetry and Prose
Cutting as Cleansing
A week ago*, I cut just over twelve inches of my long, curly locks off. It wasn’t the first time I’d cut off a drastic amount of hair. The first time I […]
When You Need to Break Bread with Voters from the Other Side
We’re in that weird space between last week’s election and next week’s day of Thanks. And in that middle space, we’ve all had to face some uncomfortable feelings about our nation, our […]
We will define this new presidency. It will not define us.
The ballots have abeen cast and counted and the news stations have called it. The outcome of this election has shown us just how much work we still have to do. First, take […]
Ask a Siren: When did you first become aware of the possibility of happiness and how did that affect your work as an artist?
Today’s Ask a Siren question comes form a deep soul, and cracks at the very hearts of our being: “When did you first become aware of the possibility of happiness and how did that affect your work as an artist?”
Sirens Answer: “Is ‘Ask a Siren’ Only for Females?”
In response to a really interesting question on our initial “Ask a Siren” call, here’s our first “Ask a Siren” answer! Question: Is it for only females or open to all? From Leslie: […]
August Marks Back To School Season
About two-thirds through the calendar year, the month of August saunters in and hails the transition from carefree, sprawling days of summer’s grassy fields and sandy shores to the madness that is back-to-school season. We’ve all been there.
Blue Canaries
My fiancé arrives home from a twelve hour shift. He left in the pre-dawn darkness, and has arrived after winter’s dusk.
“Who died?” I ask when I greet him at the door, motioning to the black band across his badge. A thin blue line on the band serves as a marker for his profession.
“The deputy in Leon Country,” he says, leaving his boots by the door. “You didn’t hear?”
“No,” I say. “What happened?”
He tells me about the fire and the ambushed deputies, and I’m reminded of the nickname firefighters have given cops–blue canaries.
Leslie Salas On Not Writing and Not Feeling Guilty
The Sundress Blog In early spring, a dear friend and I walked the cobbled, hilly roads of Seattle taking turns choosing where our feet would take us. Our booted Florida feet leveled […]
Picky Eater
As a young child, I was known for being headstrong and stubborn. My mother was not to assist my stubby, inexperienced fingers as I attempted–and frequently failed–to get my frilled socks on […]
The Gloria Sirens 