Praise to Bedtime During a Pandemic

March 16th, 2021 | by Ginny Wiehardt

Ode to lavender lotion, to the Alice in Wonderland recordedforty years ago, to my son’s drooping eyelids, my computer’s backlit keys, my tapping fingers tempted


Why he is not my little boy

March 9th, 2021 | by Wandajune Bishop-Towle

Too tall.  Born too late, too old. His eyes—lakes of day not brown like mine. He sings too high too loud in a


Body Lore: An Excerpt from THE OTHER MOTHERS

February 26th, 2021 | by Jennifer Berney

Culturally, we tend to conflate three disparate things: sexual desire, the impulse to nurture, the ability to conceive and bear a child. We act as if a woman’s longing is proportionate to her fertility. I longed deeply, and therefore I was fertile—or so my logic went


Poop

February 11th, 2021 | by Brianna Avenia-Tapper

Maybe we are meant to love other people this way. Knowing that sometimes they will bite us, and we will have to tell them sternly that we do not want to be bitten



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