By Julia Connolly Driving up the crumbling mountain road I’m bombarded by metaphors, snuck up on by similes. As we near the site of the wedding I’m silently singing the words to […]
Mountains and DNA
Tricia Booker on getting overwhelmed
Somehow it helps when someone else admits to pain you feel yourself. “Peeps, I am in a trench. You know how I get. My 2014 Happiness Project has taken a direct hit, […]
Over It
by Alexis Rhone Fancher Now the splinter-sized dagger that jabs at my heart has lodged itself in my aorta, I can’t worry it anymore. I liked the pain, the dig of remembering, […]
Parents Without Partners Toga Dance, Circa 1970’s
by Patricia Fargnoli Stardust hung over the American Legion Hall as we headed from our car to the door, sheathed in sheets, mid-life, pocketbooks swinging. Something better happen, Maureen said. As we […]
Letting. It. Go.
By Molly Caro May Giving birth to a baby and a book the same year. Molly Caro May, author of a newly released memoir, The Map of Enough, shares the struggle and unexpected beauty […]
Anonymity and Misogyny Online, and How It’s Pushing Us Out
by Andrea Wobel “What I once thought of as opportunity is silencing me. Is it now that only those women willing to combat misogynist, pro-rape comments will have a place online? And […]
Mmmm–First Kisses Among Strangers. A Strangely Sweet Experiment
by Casey Chan of Sploid “Um, wow. I don’t know if it’s the song selection or because it’s in black and white or the fact that everybody in this video is so […]
Walking Alone in Late Winter
by Jane Kenyon How long the winter has lasted—like a Mahler symphony, or an hour in the dentist’s chair. In the fields the grasses are matted and gray, making me think of June, […]
Ontogeny Recapitulates Phylogeny
by Ann LaBar “How would you like it if I were dancing with a dead shark?” My five-year-old daughter asks from the back seat. And I remember an old lover who after […]
Why Is It So Hard for Women to Write About Sex?
“But does that mean we experience desire in the same way that men do? My lust tells me we don’t. Mine, I confess, isn’t blind or monumental or animal. It comes with […]
The Gloria Sirens 