Sarah Miller thinks about climate change and other current horrors, and what it’s like just being sad forever.
Essays & Criticism
Posted inBlog Post, Essays & Criticism, Highlight, Nonfiction, Quotes, Uncategorized
Behind One of the Sketchiest Men, a Sketchy Woman
Moe Tkacik reveals the web of shadiness lurking behind WeWork’s facade.
Posted inEssays & Criticism, Feature, Nonfiction, Story
How I Got My Shrink Back
An entanglement with her shrink-stalking protege teaches Susan Shapiro something about forgiveness.
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The Hate Is Coming From Inside the House
The claws of diet culture dig in early, and they dig in deep.
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If Miscarriage is So Normal, Why Doesn’t Anybody Talk About It?
When she loses a pregnancy, Anna Lea Hand searches in vain for vital advice and information.
Posted inEssays & Criticism, Highlight, Quotes
How Do You Live In a Body That Doesn’t Feel Like Yours? If You Have No Choice, You Just Do.
Paraic O’Donnell chronicles the progression of his MS with clarity, beauty, wit, and no small amount of sadness. Picking the most striking paragraph in this essay full of them is a fool’s errand.
Posted inCrime, Essays & Criticism, Highlight, Quote Posts, Quotes
How a Hurricane’s Trailing Winds Retold Willie Earle’s 1947 Mass Lynching
“Even with a preponderance of evidence and testimonies, every man on trial got away with murder. This fact was not front-page news but tucked beneath odd stories called ‘Flashes of Life.'”
Posted inEssays & Criticism, Highlight, Unapologetic Women
Sharing Our Stories Was Supposed to Dispel Our Shame
Emily Gould reconsiders the likelihood of women’s first-person writing bringing about change.
Posted inArts & Culture, Culture, Essays & Criticism, Story, Writing
Miami: A Beginning
Jessica Lynne remembers a long distance love affair that began in Miami and the Billie Holiday song that kept her company through the relationship’s transitions.
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The Misogyny Is the Point
I’m proud to be an American, where at least I know I’m free… to be reduced to a uterus and some boobs! Good times.