We marched the entire route surrounded by wall-to-wall protesters–BEFORE the march was even scheduled. By the time the schedule route again, there were too many people in the streets for the March […]
Why We March
4:45 AM Suzannah and I are on our way to march peacefully in behalf of all our sisters and siblings living and dead and not yet born, for all the children and […]
Moving Forward with Poetry and Prose
All of the Sirens will be Marching tomorrow. Some in DC, and some in our home states. People all over the world will march with us. (Will you?) To commemorate these marches, […]
Why I am Marching
–by Mary Kaplan On January 21, the day after Donald Trump’s inauguration, I will participate in the Women’s March in D.C. in a show of solidarity against the proposed threats against our […]
Obama Helped Young People Like Me Love America. Now What?
–by Annsleigh Carter I consider January 20, 2009 my anniversary with America, and I do mean in a romantic sense. I was a freshman at American University, recently emerged from high school […]
Advice for Writers Getting the MFA
First of all: yes, your professors are right when they tell you it is very difficult to get a tenure track teaching job at a college or university. It is very, very […]
Turning the Tables on New Year’s Resolutions
The Facebook post of a friend, asking others to share their New Year’s Resolutions, reminded me of what I’d decided last January.  I’d add one thing to my advice: congratulate yourself on […]
What Are We But a Fire?
Since the U.S. election when somehow–impossibly, it had seemed–Donald Trump became president-elect, I have been vacillating between tears and panic. Subsequent events have proven many of our fears well-founded–the rise in hate […]
Sirens’ Song/Pack’s Howl: A Ballad for our Fallen General
(By Riccardo Ghilardi photographer (own work) CC) Lisa saw my post processing the loss of author/activist/actor and General Feminist Badass Carrie Fisher yesterday, and asked me to share it here as […]
Confessions of a Christmas Letter Writer
My last Christmas letter was written a few years ago. My daughter, a freshman in high school then, read my letter and then wrote a spoof letter. When she read hers to her big brothers they laughed and laughed. I realized that my own children, who once thought the letters were special, had matured enough to know the letters were ridiculous while I, who should have long since outgrown the need to write them as a way of making myself feel better about my life, was still taking them seriously.
