by Gianna Russo (after Billy Collins) You are the French pedicure and the bell-like laugh, you are the Bridge of Lions and the Bijou sale. You are the right answer on […]
by Gianna Russo (after Billy Collins) You are the French pedicure and the bell-like laugh, you are the Bridge of Lions and the Bijou sale. You are the right answer on […]
Bells by Julia Clare Tillinghast I dreamed my son was joining the army We were driving him there in a flood My mother-in-law and her daughters Were in the car with us crying […]
by Marcia Aldrich Nothing is simple. Nothing is pure. Sorrow folds inside the wings of happiness. And, as Louise Bogan says, “At midnight tears run into your ears.” ••• Late last April, […]
It’s strange how hair is a body part—it’s yours and it isn’t. It belongs as much to you as your height, your hands, your nose. It binds you to the ancestors who […]
by Gianna Russo There is no way she would miss it. Nothing would keep my mother away from the wedding of her first grandchild—not even her death nearly five years earlier. […]
by Gianna Russo Next time, you’ll notice them in their Sunday clothes, the orange-yellow vests that once a week declare to the church-goers waiting at the red light on Hillsborough Avenue they […]
Be True to Your Sisters by Suzannah Gilman When my daughter was four and in pre-k she had an experience with female classmates being mean to each other and to her. At […]
Reblogged from xoJane.com. It Happened to Me: I Was Slut Shamed in My Wedding Dress by Nina Talley “You know those moments that you really wish you had your wits about you? […]
by Martin Achatz, an editor at Passages North, “Wilbur admired the way Charlotte managed… “Charlotte the spider is a survivor. She doesn’t depend on Lurvy to bring her food. She doesn’t scrounge through […]
by Dorianne Laux -For Richard Before the days of self service, When you never had to pump your own gas, I was the one who did it for you, the girl who […]