
Women have been sharing childbirth stories with one other probably since the beginning of time. We tell our stories to console one another and to console ourselves. We tell our stories to […]
Women have been sharing childbirth stories with one other probably since the beginning of time. We tell our stories to console one another and to console ourselves. We tell our stories to […]
Jen Pastiloff first posted this essay, titled “Shame to Love: Learning to Live Again After Rape” on TheManifestStation.net, leaving the writer’s name out. She’s posting it again after receiving this note: ”Dear […]
by Marley Andretti I knew I shouldn’t have worked that night. It was so cold and the snow had already accumulated to more than a foot. It was still snowing when […]
Metaphors by Sylvia Plath I’m a riddle in nine syllables, An elephant, a ponderous house, A melon strolling on two tendrils. O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers! This loaf’s big with […]
by Faith Shearin When you are dreaming of the name you are also dreaming of who they might be. They are invented in darkness — under cloak of skin — and, for the […]
Work it, Girl! All through September, the Sirens will be singing songs of labor, whether it be childbirth labor, laboring toward artistic goals, or laboring to be the best selves we can […]
Reblogged from The Guardian: How radical and provocative is an honest image of a woman’s body? Beth Whaanga, a mother of four from Brisbane, Australia, is finding out after posting images on […]