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Stories We Tell Now

We’ve all heard there was drinking, that the parents weren’t home, that the house was huge, full of places for disappearing. And when the girl pressed charges a week later, the boy was incredulous, and his parents were ready to put up a fight.

By Jennifer Swift September 2019
Poetry

Out Of Our Reach

I’m a new face in the therapy group. / My wife’s ultimatum drove us here tonight. / And when my turn in the circle comes / to say what I’m feeling right now, / my tears surprise even me.

By Jim Ralston May 2019
Readers Write

Equality

Bowing to men, kissing in public, crossing the border

By Our Readers April 2019
The Sun Interview

White Lies

Ijeoma Oluo On Privilege, Power, And Race

White supremacy is not just Nazis marching in the street. In the U.S. it’s always been a part of the economic and social system.

By Mark Leviton December 2018
Readers Write

Men And Women

A teacher’s legacy, a professor’s dilemma, a stranger’s confessions

By Our Readers November 2018
Fiction

Nice Girls

I used to feel like an imposter because of my breasts, because even before I got pregnant they were pretty spectacular, and it’s made me wonder if I’ve ever actually earned anything, or if all the jobs and awards and opportunities I’ve gotten, really, have just been handed to me because of fat deposits that would be disgusting if they were placed a few inches lower, on my belly.

By Bridget Adams September 2018
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Boy

When my brother was twelve, I found six mice nailed to the wall of the abandoned tree house in the woods near our apartment. He spent a lot of time there. It seemed to me the little mouse faces were frozen in agony. As though they’d been alive when he’d hammered the nails through them.

By J. Mays August 2018
Fiction

Waiting For My Rape

This man could have been my rapist, but he looked too nice. He had thick, wavy hair, like a movie star from the seventies, and a jawbone that could take out your eye. I hung my feet over the edge of the roof and let myself slide into his arms.

By Jessica Anya Blau August 2018
Poetry

All The While The Women

Days & nights I carried two weapons everywhere. / I wore pockets of bullets / across my chest. I wasn’t / of age.

By Hugh Martin July 2018
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

What I Heard

You do not have cramps. That’s invented by women who want attention. We don’t go in for that kind of malingering — that’s what it is. You have cramps because you eat too fast. You don’t chew.

By Heather Sellers June 2018