Writing in Mothertime by Geri Lipschultz
“Writing in Mothertime” by Geri Lipschultz Ours is not the world of mothertime. We don’t live there but some of us write there. Mothertime was never on the map, nor in a book. Unrecordable, its wave undetectable, its mouth knows when to stay closed. Mothertime exists in those moments that come in a flash and then disappear, never to return. You could stitch these moments together, and it would be a quilt of...
Against by Vero González
“Against” by Vero González I grew up on an island in the Caribbean. I learned to swim before I learned to walk, talk, read, or write. I remember my parents telling me not to swim against the current—not to even try. It was for my own safety. The implication being that the current was stronger than I was; that if it came down to a struggle between us, the current would win. As I grew, don’t swim against the current...
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Woman by Patricia Farewell
“Portrait of the Artist as a Young Woman” by Patricia Farewell She wanted to plant the long and learned Face-of-Virginia Woolf in her garden: a firm bulb whose roots would seek every direction, whose strong, fine, green stem would relish its time climbing the loam back to the light it had left on the waves of the river Ouse. Surely come spring a leaf unlike any other would brush her ankle and remind her that...
Mad Bad Sad Woman by Audrey Chin
“Mad Bad Sad Woman” by Audrey Chin If not for words I’d be a mad bad sad woman dancing on the razors edge petticoats flouncing...
Confessions of a Family Woman by Chivas Sandage
“Confessions of a Family Woman” by Chivas Sandage “Five hundred a year stands for the power to contemplate… a lock on the door means the power to think for oneself.” Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own How strange it sounds: “family woman.” But “family man” ranks as compliment or defense, connoting respect for “a responsible man of domestic habits.” Or a general term for a man, responsible or not, who...