From acclaimed poet Marie Howe, a candid and unapologetic poem about coming of age and experiencing “the first pure thrill of unreluctant desire.” This poem casts no aspersions on the exploration of sexuality; instead, the poem celebrates it.
It seems appropriate that as our country awaits this month’s anticipated Supreme Court ruling that will decide once and for all whether same-sex marriage is a constitutionally protected right, it also celebrates […]
by Anne Lamott You know how sometimes you go to church or temple or mosque, or to those little meetings for people like you, who perhaps have tiny control issues, or used […]
An interesting take on what it means for a woman to be “liberated.”
Originally posted on Sonya Huber:
A friend asked me a great question recently: how do you know when to put a difficult life event out there in the world, either on a…
Thomas Hardy, D.H. Lawrence, and Feminist Romantics . . . Like Me By Susan Lilley As I sat in a dark movie theater the other night watching the newest version of Thomas […]
When Susan Lilley asked me if I had anything to post on Mother’s Day, I thought about pieces I’ve written about having a miscarriage, having and being a stepmother, parenting my own daughter, […]
By Susan Lilley “Tra la! It’s May! The lusty month of May—that lovely month when everyone goes blissfully astray . . . .” What do your thoughts turn to when spring […]
by Lynn Powell The radio’s replaying last night’s winners and the gratitude of the glamorous, everyone thanking everybody for making everything so possible, until I want to shush the faucet, dry my […]
by Courtney Kampa Ust Kamenogorsk, The video was soft and grainy as an ultrasound: 11 seconds of a caretaker holding a baby girl up by the armpits like a potted plant. When […]
The Gloria Sirens 