1. Find unbroken stretches of time seated in a writing space. Physical Therapist: Okay, how’s the sciatica? Me: Horrible. I’m having a real setback. Physical Therapist: I thought we were making progress! What are […]
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.
by Vanessa Blakeslee Since 2008, the year I originally wrote this essay as part of my application for the Gift of Freedom Award, the conversation about the challenges women writers face in […]
What it’s like when a shooter comes to your campus: Florida State University, November 20, 2014 By Catherine Frederick I had the lights out and I was reading on my iPad when […]
This may open me to accusations of being lazy, picky, snobby, or not snobby enough, but here’s what I wish for in a litmag I’m going to submit my work to: 1) […]
Sometimes I Wish I Didn’t Have a Dog Having sex with a Border collie in the room is really weird sometimes. Nobody wants to have sex with a dog watching. I think it’s because […]
I asked some of my women writer friends what they wished for. Here are their answers—some serious, some not, all interesting, and altogether, a found poem. Be sure to click on their […]
Do you always make a wish when you notice it’s 11:11? When you find an eyelash? On the first star of the night? Do you seek out wishing wells, dream of […]