Until it is awkward. Until it is disturbing. Until she cracks.
Lilliam Rivera discusses her new novel, DEALING IN DREAMS.
I eat, and eat, and eat, and mourn.
I’ve only had breast cancer once and already I know too much.
Nicole Chung discusses ALL YOU CAN EVER KNOW.
We seldom forget when people promise to give us something, whether we need or want that thing or not. I promise you death, you want a death.
A comic describing the illustrator’s childhood adventures and misadventures climbing rooftops of all sorts.
There is still light in the dark. This is the paradox that Little Bear has to accept in order to fall asleep.
“Sister Love” touches on how a traditional family can fail the victim of domestic violence, and how that failure can compound the victim’s trauma.
Lidija Dimkovska discusses A Spare Life, living through the break-up of Yugoslavia, her writing style, and where she now feels most at home.
The female body here is as palpable as image. As the images and objects transform, so does the female’s body.
I wore sobriety like a shirt that was too tight in the shoulders, and everyone around me knew it.
Gayle Brandeis discusses her memoir, The Art of Misdiagnosis, out today from Beacon Press.
Marisa Crawford’s Reversible is an evocative collection, showcasing the ways in which pop culture saturates us with meaning, and how it teaches us to become.
Julie Buntin discusses her debut novel, Marlena, why writing about teenage girls is the most serious thing in the world, and finding truths in fiction.
Alana Massey discusses her debut collection, All the Lives I Want, the best piece of writing advice she’s ever received, and acknowledging the work that women do.
Naomi Jackson discusses her debut novel, The Star Side of Bird Hill, how she approached writing about mental illness and its affects on a family, and choosing to to tell a story from multiple perspectives.
A flash-fire covered the horizon all around and behind her, and my mother glowed genuine blue. I saw her skeleton, or maybe her white-hot soul. Something flew up and around our heads.
It would be simple to say that she is missing the internal formulation that makes one enthusiastic about dogs. And that would be true, partially. Was she, as their mother once said, a cold fish?
Many days I couldn’t see the way forward, but I kept going, the way you had. It was you, after all, who taught me how to stay.