So much to say on this topic. So much wearily held in for so long. The Santa Barbara horror has pierced a long-festering soreness in women. These sad and urgent songs must […]
by Becca Hensley That Goddess of Willendorf, stone figure unearthed by sturdy farmer’s hands, speaks to me. And now I burst with children, I am jam packed, crammed, congested with little hands […]
“Being a woman (cis, trans, or otherwise) means that you grow accustomed to men and sometimes women, commenting about your body on a regular basis without provocation.
[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.
Mother’s Day Coming home late from my daughter’s preschool’s Mother’s Day tea, a feast of banana-walnut muffins made by those who’ll, one day, discover elements Q and J or become Secretary of […]
By Julia Connolly I got pregnant the week we moved to London, crawling out of my jet lag stupor long enough to make a baby. At 41 I was pushing it, but […]
by Terry Godbey She circles, distraught and loud, and like any expectant mother displays an unfortunate waddle. Behind her, a man emerges from the lake, shoes and shins dripping, holding her glistening […]
Bells by Julia Clare Tillinghast I dreamed my son was joining the army We were driving him there in a flood My mother-in-law and her daughters Were in the car with us crying […]
Prayer for a Field Mouse by Pat Riviere-Seel Bless the gray mouse that found her way into the recycle bin. Bless her tiny body, no bigger than my thumb, huddled and numb […]
By Julia Connolly Fifteen years ago today, 15 years ago right now, I learned my son has autism. For months, I’d explained his behavior away, telling myself he didn’t respond to me […]