Originally posted on gianna russo:
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I go to nature to be soothed and healed . . . John Burroughs
CNF at 20: Find Your Question
Originally posted on Lisa Lanser Rose:
Informative and reassuring. Thanks for sharing with those of us who couldn’t be there! CNF at 20: Find Your Question.
Misogyny and #YesAllofUS
So much to say on this topic. So much wearily held in for so long. The Santa Barbara horror has pierced a long-festering soreness in women. These sad and urgent songs must […]
I Thought I Was a Fertility Goddess
by Becca Hensley That Goddess of Willendorf, stone figure unearthed by sturdy farmer’s hands, speaks to me. And now I burst with children, I am jam packed, crammed, congested with little hands […]
Front Seat
by Suzannah Gilman My mother’s mother lies on this bed. She sways her head and mumbles, eyes blank as buttons. I hold her hand, recite The Lord’s Prayer, which she taught […]
Walking While Fat and Female – Or, Why I Don’t Care Not All Men are Like That
“Being a woman (cis, trans, or otherwise) means that you grow accustomed to men and sometimes women, commenting about your body on a regular basis without provocation.
I call. You’re stone. / One day you’ll look and find I’m gone. – Poetry of the Pashtun Women
[The landays] lilt internally from word to word in a kind of two-line lullaby that belies the sharpness of their content, which is distinctive not only for its beauty, bawdiness, and wit, but also for the piercing ability to articulate a common truth about war, separation, homeland, grief, or love… the couplets express a collective fury, a lament, an earthy joke, a love of home, a longing for the end of separation, a call to arms, all of which frustrate any facile image of a Pashtun woman as nothing but a mute ghost beneath a blue burqa.
Mother’s Day
Mother’s Day Coming home late from my daughter’s preschool’s Mother’s Day tea, a feast of banana-walnut muffins made by those who’ll, one day, discover elements Q and J or become Secretary of […]
Mother’s Day 2014
On this, the seventh Mother’s Day my mother has missed, I am thinking about animals. Just a few days ago, my sister and I finally scattered some of her ashes out […]
The Neighbors’ Children
Leave it to a 7 year-old boy to explain to everyone how his parents had another baby after his mother had her tubes tied and his father had a vasectomy.
The Gloria Sirens 