So often, what we need from friends, family, and the world is permission–permission to feel what we actually feel rather than what we’re supposed to feel; permission to be imperfect; permission to take […]
You Have Our Permission
Imaginary
I’m watching this tv series called River, in which the title character is a police detective in England who has this rather large problem: he sees people who aren’t there and has […]
The Pretty Machine by Melissa Carroll
The writer, poet, editor, and yogi Melissa Carroll on womanhood, body image, appearance, and culture. Read the whole wise, honest essay here. “I’m in sixth grade, playing in my backyard with my […]
Reading Resolutions: Our Shared Shelf, a Feminist Book Club by Emma Watson
Most of us try to start a new year by beginning (or maintaining) a healthy habit that will last the whole year long. Usually it’s fitness, nutrition, self-care, or productivity-related. Those are […]
Five Easy Ways to Fall in Love With Yourself and Find Happiness
I wrote this post a year ago for someone I love who was suffering from depression. Having suffered from it too, I asked myself to come up with the top five things that most […]
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 […]
A Matter of Life and Death
Originally posted on The Manifesto:
I’ve always wanted to be able to honestly use this phrase, to have something so important, so vital, that it truly was a matter of life and…
Letters to Colin Firth: A Book Launch
Originally posted on The Manifesto:
I wrote letters to Colin Firth because my ex-husband, the amazing writer Ira Sukrungruang, suggested I do so. I have a poem with Colin Firth’s name in…
In Praise of Frivolous Things: Christmas Lights in the Dark
Originally posted on The Manifesto:
It’s December and that means I’m listening to Christmas music, enjoying Christmas decorations and lights, walking through the Christmas displays at my favorite stores. I’m awash in…
The True Nature of Confession
I’ve found it to be true you’re only as sick as your secrets. But, really, as memoirists, are we to have none?
The Gloria Sirens 