Originally posted on the love story project:
I spent a couple hours deep cleaning my home on Tuesday. It started with my desk, which needed dusting and de-cluttering so I could sit…
the fear of success (subtitle: wtf?)
Domestic Partnership Wasn’t Enough–And Now It Doesn’t Have to Be
by Tiffany Razzano in The Guardian When I opened the bathroom door, the first thing I saw were Julie’s pale, artfully crossed ankles, bobbing in the water. She was facedown in the […]
Reports from the Field: On Grief
by Hafizah Geter at VIDA: Women in the Literary Arts Because it’s afternoon. Because the sun is setting. Because I’m followed home at night and to work some mornings. Because I looked upset. […]
A Few Thoughts on Taking Down the Tree
The boxes, stacked in the garage, seem new to me, plastic with clip-lock lids, but we’ve had them for years. They’re dusty and drizzled by Floridian garage-fawna. They don’t look like the […]
PRIDE: From Our House to Yours
by Suzannah Gilman There is an art to writing letters. There is a darker art to writing Christmas letters. To write Christmas letters, one must first possess an inflated sense of […]
ADVENTING–In Church or Anywhere
By Susan Lilley The longest night is upon us, my beloved flock (Episcopagans and wannabes)! As I ponder how to spend this short day and long, long night, I recall that last […]
Empty.
by Tia Jensen. “I was hungry. Ramen noodles were not available in Kentucky until I was in high school. Daddy would boil them for an hour, ’til they softened, expanded, swelled. He’d toss the water out, add spice last. Shared with four people, one packet never enough.”
Playlist- “The Long Run”
By Karen Lynch. “I know how to shoot to kill, but I can’t shoot a gun out of a man’s hand. Civilians always think cops can do that, but only Annie Oakley could have pulled off that sort of trick. I know how to stay married, but I don’t how to keep passion burning in a long marriage, and maybe I also view those who say they can as I do Annie, rare, unlikely, and highly skilled.”
Just Because a Man Identifies as a Liberal Feminist, That Doesn’t Mean He Can’t Be Abusive
by Vanessa Blakeslee I spent the first week of October with my father, side-by-side in the Florida condo where I’ve long resided. Pieces to a board game lay scattered throughout the house, the […]
Is It “Really” Rape? A Survivor’s Story
Trigger Warning: Rape/Sexual Assault The stereotypical image of ‘real’ rape? “[T]he crime consists of a forcible attack, perpetrated by a male stranger on a female victim who has not been drinking or […]
The Gloria Sirens 