Posted by Amy Freeman | Nov 19, 2017 | Essays | 0 |
by Lynn Bechtel | Nov 12, 2017 | Essays | 1 |
Maybe this is the story we need to tell about aging—that it’s simply a story about finding our way through change.
by Liz Petrone | Nov 9, 2017 | Essays | 0 |
Maybe we weren’t doomed after all.
by Karen Sosnoski | Oct 29, 2017 | Essays | 3 |
No dramatic affairs in our relationship, only numerous, mundane misunderstandings. Dumb ways to die. Still, death is death.
by Ali Wilkinson | Oct 22, 2017 | Essays | 0 |
These breasts are symbols, too. Of sexuality, of motherhood, of nurturing, of sustenance. Under these cold machines, they felt like none of these.
by Amy Bee | Oct 11, 2017 | Essays | 2 |
I knew it was traitorous to enjoy it so much.
by Emily Dagostino | Oct 9, 2017 | Essays | 0 |
I am guilty and ashamed for not doing my part. I am aware that this is how love erodes.
by Dana Getz | Oct 2, 2017 | Essays | 1 |
We take up space for a brief period of time, our lives a simple movement through particles, a repositioning of atoms. When we are gone, do those repositioned atoms remain?
by Linda Wisniewski | Sep 24, 2017 | Essays | 0 |
When I visited Poland a few years ago, a tour guide said “we feel a phantom pain,” like the ache of an amputated limb, after the loss of so many Polish Jews.
by Kate Jones | Sep 10, 2017 | Essays | 3 |
Now this bed is for sleeping, or trying to, between our daughter’s whims of wakefulness. The people we were seem lost in the fog of parenthood.
by Sarah Clouser | Sep 3, 2017 | Essays | 4 |
In my son, I see my own love of books, words, and letters.
by Kathy Kehrli | Aug 27, 2017 | Essays | 5 |
I never wished more that I could slow down our time together in a way I’d failed to do on that walk. I won’t make the same mistake with Coolidge.
by Margaret Jo Parsons | Aug 24, 2017 | Essays | 0 |
My anger provides the energy to get started, but it is love that provides me the capacity to endure.