Favorite siren voice Ann Rosenquist Fee from the chilly climes of Minnesota gives us the secret to “hot January love.” With the help of filmmaker Jacob Strunk. Wowza. I feel warm already. […]
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Invisible Women
“This Week in the War on Women” by Laura Wnderer “This morning, while taking my dog for a leisurely half-hour walk, I listened to Weekend Edition on NPR. In that half hour, […]
New York City Loses Another Young, Creative Woman
I Am Not My Job: Why I Left New York City by  ALECIA LYNN EBERHARDT “It was Patti Smith who said, in a talk at Cooper Union in 2010, that “New York has closed itself […]
Stolen Girls
by Elizabeth Searle “Help me,” kidnapping victim Amanda Berry told a 911 operator on her way to escaping captivity in Cleveland. “I’ve been kidnapped and I’ve been missing for ten years and I’m, […]
Photoshoot at Corkscrew Swamp
Welcome to Corkscrew Swamp Sanctuary. Come walk the boards with my husband Alby and me! by Lisa Lanser-Rose Walking the planks. Some of my favorite pictures are of shapes and textures. Other […]
A Frightful Case of New Year’s Nerves
Remission: permission to freak out . . . by Terry Godbey One of the things the Christmas holidays mean to me is that my 6-month cancer scans are right around the corner. […]
“Tell Me When It Starts to Hurt”
by Kelly Fordon The husband and wife rented one of those videos. The wife was up for it, never having seen one. At the time, she believed that a person should try […]
You Go to CHURCH? Or, Why I Love Being an Episcopagan
By Susan Lilley The winter solstice! That magical day that most people in Christendom ignore as they scurry around in traffic getting ready for Christmas. But not me. The shortest day brings […]
VIDA 2013
Dear VIDA Supporter: Thank you for all that you have given us this year. You have stood alongside us with your letters, tweets, Facebook comments and participation at readings, panels and benefits. […]
“Daughter”
A poem by Ellen Bryant Voigt There is one grief worse than any other. When your small feverish throat clogged, and quit I knelt beside the chair on the green rug and shook […]
The Gloria Sirens 