Monthly Archives: October, 2014

Things that didn’t happen: I didn’t grow a set of balls to start helping out the neglected women.

Joe told me that Debby was on a layover in Paris. She had collapsed, had a cardiac arrest, was in the hospital, in a medically induced coma, but she was fine. For a moment I felt my own heart stop. I had questions, but I couldn't articulate them at first.

By Jennifer Maher. Resolve, The National Infertility Association of America, lists a variety of emotional and physical symptoms in response to not getting pregnant when...

Dear Breasts, We’ve had a parting of ways of late. Two pregnancies and two breastfed babies later, you’ve decided to de-friend me and befriend gravity, forcing me to heftily rely on and rendering me beholden to the much-needed sturdy, non-sexy bras that no woman wants to be seen buying, because you are well on your way to touching my toes

By Lisa McElroy. It turns out that, when you’re writing your first novel, finding a hook is crazy hard. How can you capture a reader’s...

“We are,” my friend noted, “in the dark ages with gender.”

By Teri Carter. I carry a myth. In the myth, I am 36 years old, and I meet my father at my mother’s funeral....

Be careful placing judgment upon others, for you know not what battles they are fighting.

The story of my own divorce, my own marriage in which I bore a child and slowly built a home, much like the one I faintly remember of my parents and how, that too failed, exactly like theirs. I poke around the bottom of the master bedroom door with a stick, aware that one day I need to face a monster much bigger than one I’ve already battled.

You will learn that you are your own darkness and likewise your own light. You will learn that you need both in order to survive. You will learn that it’s not always darkest before the storm, but that the storm is pretty f*cking dark too.