Hello and welcome to the first Meditation Monday! I asked some of my friends and acquaintances to answer a few questions about meditation, and the answers were smart and funny, surprising and […]
Meditation Monday: Interview with Casey Clague
Bigger and Better Than We Dreamed
We marched the entire route surrounded by wall-to-wall protesters–BEFORE the march was even scheduled. By the time the schedule route again, there were too many people in the streets for the March […]
Why We March
4:45 AM Suzannah and I are on our way to march peacefully in behalf of all our sisters and siblings living and dead and not yet born, for all the children and […]
Moving Forward with Poetry and Prose
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, […]
Why I am Marching
–by Mary Kaplan On January 21, the day after Donald Trump’s inauguration, I will participate in the Women’s March in D.C. in a show of solidarity against the proposed threats against our […]
Obama Helped Young People Like Me Love America. Now What?
–by Annsleigh Carter I consider January 20, 2009 my anniversary with America, and I do mean in a romantic sense. I was a freshman at American University, recently emerged from high school […]
What Are We But a Fire?
Since the U.S. election when somehow–impossibly, it had seemed–Donald Trump became president-elect, I have been vacillating between tears and panic. Subsequent events have proven many of our fears well-founded–the rise in hate […]
Sirens’ Song/Pack’s Howl: A Ballad for our Fallen General
(By Riccardo Ghilardi photographer (own work) CC) Lisa saw my post processing the loss of author/activist/actor and General Feminist Badass Carrie Fisher yesterday, and asked me to share it here as […]
When Girls Make Noise
Kari O’Driscoll’s piece, “When Girls Make Noise,” at The Manifest-Station caught my attention when I was busy with something else, almost as if it interrupted. I loved the title, and the first line spoke […]
A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell as Nasty
I’ve been a nasty woman since before I was even born. When my bleeding-heart liberal, over-educated parents discovered that they were going to spawn a little girl, they decided to give her […]