My friend, among my oldest and dearest—a pessimistic realist attorney—was crying quietly in the corner. Half an hour earlier she showed up at the courthouse saying, “It’s not gonna happen.” And I told her, “Today, […]
A creative resurgence of the official publication of the National Woman Suffrage Association.
Category: Creative Nonfiction
The Things I’ve Stopped Trying to Stop
for my nonverbal Autistic son The word recovery goes off like a bomb, exploding for weeks, months, years until there’s nothing left but ash. A wasteland. Suppurated skin and canned foods riddled with BPA. Arsenic […]
Why I Believe Christine Blasey Ford and the Rest of Us
I don’t remember the name of the colleague who almost strangled me. Not his first name. Not his last. I remember he had a wrestler’s body and that he could vault like a gymnast over […]
My Daughters’ Lives Too
We waited anxiously in the radiologist’s office. The technician moved the mouse’s arrow to the area of the baby that revealed a girl. We have two beautiful girls now, and during both pregnancies, I was […]
This is how you grow in America
You are six years old when your mother asks you what you want to be when you grow up. You tell her you want to be a bus driver. You watch your mother’s face grow […]
Janitor
It was my second day on the job at Walmart corporate, by far the most prestigious position this brown girl had ever been in, and the pressure of the production floor, of the perfectly polished […]
Dreaming Ourselves Free of the Trump Regime
I.I wash up on the shore. Trump has been chasing me all night, and I am bone tired. Surely he will not follow me on land, I think to myself, but he does. I flee […]
The Line
The best protection any woman can have…is courage. ~from Elizabeth Cady Stanton and Susan B. Anthony: Fighting Together for Women’s Rights Hot. Too hot. I wiped the sweat from my face with a bandana already […]
I Heard You, Did You Hear You?
Stripping my shoes off, I got behind the airport security line to go through the full body scanner. I looked around at the bins to my right, my Macbook alone in its plastic gray bin. […]
The Revolution (Relaunch) 