I cup your four flavors in my mouth: bitter, sweet, salty, sour. The tastes are male and female: the miracles of a girl’s first blood, her first lover’s sweat. The various […]
Every Craving Finds Its Match
Not Exactly SLOTH: What Happened to Summer?
By Susan Lilley When I was a lucky, lucky child, summer was full of books and dreamy hours of not doing much. On vacations with my parents, I was responsible for nothing […]
WRATH: How to Mind Your Monks and Scold Your Dog
Originally posted on Lisa Lanser Rose:
Mick at four-and-a-half months Today I’m going to brave the taboo topic of getting angry at your dog. Nowadays, if you so much as breathe a…
All My Sins
ALL MY SINS –by Katherine Riegel My sins live in a high school cafeteria. The young ones aren’t quite sure where they are yet, they’re wondering if they belong […]
BACKLASH: When Baby’s Last Name is Mom’s
Such a powerful piece on The Hairpin today by sister siren Molly Caro May about how she and her husband embraced HER last name for their new daughter. Excerpt: “That moment confirmed […]
WRATH: The Thing About Hinckley
Fiction By Elizabeth Searle The thing about Hinckley, thing about Hinckley, thing about Hinckley. Kennedy jogged up Goldust, past white-bright stucco walls, his shadow long in afternoon sun. Sun Mommy would NOT […]
LUST: Esquire and the “Older Woman”
You might have noticed the flap over Esquire’s condescending “tribute” to older women. Click the link below to read one of our favorite responses–Rebecca Odes for Talking Points Memo. Excerpts: “Did Tom Junod have any […]
Thriftshop Your Way to High Moral Ground with the Seven Deadly Sins
by Ann Rosenquist Fee I’ll say this first and I’ll be really clear about it. I have no problem with virtue. In regular life I’m virtuous as a routine and I appreciate […]
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 how […]
LUST: “How to Be the Other Woman”
Fiction by Marcia Aldrich You have to be willing to delete. You can’t be a hoarder, keeping every text message he sends, every letter, every napkin from every restaurant where you’ve met. […]
The Gloria Sirens 