In fraught games of power politics, sometimes the best revenge is not being exiled to die alone on an island in the South Atlantic.
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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.
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The Bigamist’s Daughter
Robin Antalek considers the legacy of the man who abandoned her for another family and never looked back.
Posted inBusiness, Highlight, Nonfiction, Quote Posts, Quotes
The Promise of Passive Income from Amazon: Too Good To Be True?
Two self-proclaimed “Amazon coaches” say they can train you in their business models so you can make thousands of dollars reselling cheap Chinese products on the world’s largest ecommerce store.
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Self Portrait as a Human Interest Story
Reflecting on the adversities and victories of her youth, Emi Nietfeld interrogates how narratives of resilience minimize suffering.
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Borrowed Babies
Five months into her first pregnancy, one writer pursues a research project about the history of home economics, as she struggles with her own concerns about motherhood.
Posted inEssays & Criticism, Feature, Nonfiction, Story
The Spiritual Path at Fat Camp
After a ten-year relationship ends painfully, Mona Kirschner finds herself searching for emotional and physical healing at a weight loss center in Brazil.
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The Burdens We Carry
Amy Scheiner reflects on her mother’s sudden death and what it means to be a woman in a world that is set up to bury them.
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Searching Sephora for an Antidote to Aging — and Grief
Five years after her mother’s death, while still grieving and suddenly middle-aged, Abby Mims turns to beauty products to cure what ails her.
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“I miss my body when it was ferocious” The Transfiguration of Paul Curreri
For years, singer-songwriter Paul Curreri was a shouter of singular beauty. Then he went quiet — slowly, at first, then all of a sudden.
