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Frida Kahlo and My Left Leg by Emily Rapp Black

Frida Kahlo and My Left Leg is not a linear narrative, it circles back to loss--both Rapp Black and Kahlo are amputees--but the the loss here is not that simple.

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Pale Pink Robe

If it’s true that for daughters growing up in a patriarchal culture, there is a feeling of having to choose between being empowered and being loved, I had chosen the loneliness of empowerment. Mother wound: aisle five.

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I told him he should leave. When what I wanted so badly, what I would have given anything for would have been for him to say, I want to stay.

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At night she could appear pensive, resentful, romantic...What a thrill to find out. her name was Betty,
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At night she could appear pensive, resentful, romantic...What a thrill to find out. her name was Betty,

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I woke up one morning with arms and legs I could no longer control. I made jerky movements, as though my bones were stuck...

Unceasing Intervals

In spite of my calculated attempts to maintain an impeccable workout and eating schedule, the demands of adulthood eventually interfered.

My Japanese Handkerchief Masks

by Wendy Dodek During this pandemic my thoughts turn to Japan, a country where masks are part of daily life. Yet not so many years...

Resonant Imaging

The MRI room reminded me of the Chilean miners, trapped for days without light or contact with the “real” world, struggling to stay sane while facing off with death in a very small space.

My Dead Branches

I went to write again, but the high had left and the low had entered. Writing was no longer an escape from loneliness; it was accentuating it.
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Hungry

I have spent so long trying to gauge my boss’s taste, making recommendations and edits based on what I think she wants to see, that I have no idea what to tell people when they ask me what I’m hungry for.
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