“Calling me a racist pissed me off! I have taught black and brown underprivileged men at Riker’s!” “You should be writing how you can protect me as a woman!” “Just…
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Before For months, while lying in bed, examining my underwear for blood, and staring at sonographers’ screens, I’ve wondered: when something seismic happens, will I recognize it? On message…
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There is something about your hands, the gentle attentiveness with which they allow the beetle to crawl over them, crossing the same space over and over again as you move…
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Despite what you might conclude after reading this story, my husband Terry and I lived harmoniously, grateful for every moment together. We married in our sixties, two college professors who…
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My mom was admitted to St. John’s Hospital on Wednesday, April 29, with fatigue, shortness of breath, fever, and confusion. Upon arrival, she tested positive for COVID-19. Three days later,…
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September 2014 The hand leads to the flowers. (Hélène Cixous) instead of burning down the temple, she goes into the empty room w/the knife and carves flaming flowers on…
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Like so many myths, the story of The Green Man begins with disturbance. The forest surrounding the cabin where I’m living with my son and husband has been torn open.…
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One day when my dad picked me up from kindergarten he told me that he and mom had a surprise. Food minded, I asked if it was candy, when he…
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When Trump was elected I was locked in a mental institution, collecting oranges in my pillowcase. Outside in the common room, people were in shock he got elected. A bipolar…
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I have always regarded feet as the most intimate and personal part of our bodies, and not the genitals, not the heart, or even the brain, organs of no great…
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The therapy was supposed to be paid for by insurance. That was how I justified it to myself. How I ended up on a green couch inside a therapist’s office…
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Image Credit: Engin Akyurt from Pexels Entangled in sleep, Omar lay across the porch in front of the door like a sack of laundry. I nudged him softly with…
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WOVEN is an Entropy series and dedicated safe space for essays by persons who engage with #MeToo, sexual assault and harassment, and #DomesticViolence, as well as their intersections with mental…
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After living in Portland, Oregon for six non-consecutive years, on April 10, two weeks after nearly the entire country went on lockdown, I drove cross country and moved back in…