By Julia Connolly Even as a little girl I found the gooey-ness of Valentine’s Day suspect. Yeah, the candy was great, but all those hearts, flowers, red and pink everything made me […]
My Psycho Valentine
Picky Eater
As a young child, I was known for being headstrong and stubborn. My mother was not to assist my stubby, inexperienced fingers as I attempted–and frequently failed–to get my frilled socks on […]
An Ideal Husband? My May-December Romance
by Suzannah Gilman The last thing I thought I would ever do is get romantically entangled with a man 25 years older than me. But here I am. I used to think […]
A 1/4 Mile Left To Go
Originally posted on You don't have to navigate the Deep River of Grief alone:
One gorgeous sun-drenched day you’re floating on your back, satiated by the cool water on your body.…
YEAH YEAH YEAH
By Susan Lilley IT was 50 years ago today. One chilly Florida evening in February, the Lilley family was gearing up for the usual Sunday night ritual: burgers on the grill, […]
Maxine Kumin June 6, 1925 – February 6, 2014
Pulitzer Prize-winner and former U.S. Poet Laureate Maxine Kumin resided in Warner, New Hampshire, on Pobiz Farm, where she took her morning nude swim for decades. Morning Swim by Maxine Kumin Into […]
Why I Want to Get Croned
by Lisa Lanser Rose It’s strange, isn’t it, to suddenly discover you’re getting old? I turned fifty last September, and yes, I can hear some of you groaning, “Oh, fifty’s not old!” […]
Why Young Sexual Assault Victims Tell Incoherent Stories
Reblogged from The Atlantic Monthly: As soon as children make allegations, they’re forced to take a crash course on a very daunting topic. This puts them at a huge disadvantage—and their attackers […]
Mind-Body Problem
by Katha Pollitt When I think of my youth I feel sorry not for myself but for my body. It was so direct and simple, so rational in its desires, wanting to be […]
SHAME: A LIST
Originally posted on The Manifesto:
I feel ashamed when –I feel insecure and ask people to reassure me that I really am loved/loveable –I write my own work (even this) instead of…
