by Wendy Goddard Essence of fresh ripe tomato and homemade sauce mingle with garlic- scented meat and rendered fat as I bite into tender, yet crisp, tortillas. Having mastered the art […]
GLUTTONY: Home, Where Gluttony Knows Your Name
GLUTTONY: Birthday Bacon Bash Giveaway!
Originally posted on Go Jules Go:
Today I’m celebrating the fact that, despite all signs pointing to an early Death by Pork, I’ve officially lived to see 32 29. Not for lack of trying,…
Monday Night LUST: “Basketball Coach” by Terry Godbey
How I envy his cropped wash-and-wear hair he can shake dry like a dog, his easy uniform of T-shirt and baggy shorts. […]
Carol Rossetti – WOMEN
Originally posted on Project Naked:
This is one of the reasons I love facebook and can’t quite give it up because I come across amazing things like this from the various pages…
Women Who are Ambivalent about Women Against Women Against Feminism
WRATH: One way to handle ignoramuses who think they’re anti-feminist. The Bloggess So…yeah. Right now there’s a lot of talk about a tumblr called WomenAgainstFeminism. It’s just pictures of some women holding […]
PRIDE: Beyonce the Feminist
Each of the 7 deadly sins has a counterpart–a positive quality that shows the loving side of lust, the gourmand side of gluttony. Pride has its beautiful side, oui? We LOVE the […]
LUST: Love Man
By Nancy Swan The lights go down. A thrum of anticipation sweeps the audience, then silence as surround sound takes over. The Ronnettes cry out, “So won’t you please be my be […]
Not Exactly SLOTH: What Happened to Summer?
By Susan Lilley When I was a lucky, lucky child, summer was full of books and dreamy hours of not doing much. On vacations with my parents, I was responsible for nothing […]
BACKLASH: When Baby’s Last Name is Mom’s
Such a powerful piece on The Hairpin today by sister siren Molly Caro May about how she and her husband embraced HER last name for their new daughter. Excerpt: “That moment confirmed […]
WRATH: The Thing About Hinckley
Fiction By Elizabeth Searle The thing about Hinckley, thing about Hinckley, thing about Hinckley. Kennedy jogged up Goldust, past white-bright stucco walls, his shadow long in afternoon sun. Sun Mommy would NOT […]
