Browsing the "Fear" Tag

Poetry

Shadow of a palm frond against a light colored wall

In Search of Sense

June 9th, 2022 | by Jamie Asaye FitzGerald

I kiss my children, not once, but as many times as I can before they pull away


Poetry

Your Mother Is Brave

July 23rd, 2020 | by Edvige Giunta

At seventeen I defied the fascist youth on the streets of Catania, brandishing a piece of paper. I left home, country, language, family.


99 Problems

Sleepwalking

July 14th, 2020 | by Allison Fagan

You have to wait for them to break the surface on their own; no use trying to reach down to pull them up


Comics

Breathe, Memory

April 16th, 2020 | by Sacha Mardou

There's a meditation I keep returning to... and for me, it's always this day, the day my daughter was born


Sleep

The Guarantee of Sleep

January 21st, 2019 | by Christina Yovovich

At five, he still comes to our bed most nights. There are nights he sleeps through in his own bed,


99 Problems

Like Liar, Like Son

September 5th, 2018 | by Rebecca Finkel

My son has started to talk about dinosaurs he saw at the zoo. And the big big giant big bee



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  • #comics #parenting #cheapthrills “I was two years past my last period and in early menopause, thirty-four years old and recently divorced. Learning I was unable to conceive had thrown me into a state of despair. Now, with the world split open, alone in a pitch-black room with bloody feet, I knew I needed to act.” “My parents adopted me. At three months old, they chose and adopted a baby girl called April and named her Alexandria. He and Mama named me after him, his middle name being Alexander. I don’t remember the exact moment they told me they adopted me, but I must’ve been little because it feels as though I’ve always known.” #comics #loss #mothersanddaughters “Queers have the privilege of putting ourselves together; we do not come prepackaged. My gender does not rely on the external narratives we tell about men. If my masculinity is a form of political protest, so is my femininity. Those dykes who took me under their butch wings at seventeen taught me that softness and strength are not in opposition. It’s a lesson that has served me well in fatherhood.” #birth #dads #grief #fathersday #comics #art #poetry #newborns #sleep “Communicating desire and boundaries during a sexual encounter is a varsity-level skill. Today’s sex educators advocate for clear, enthusiastic, continuous consent, and I think I believe in that ideal. But this concept wasn’t imaginable when I was in high school. I was mute for so much of my early sex life, I feel unqualified to teach my girls how to navigate theirs.”

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