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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I want to write a column about why I haven’t been able to write a column. No one gave me a hard time about failing, temporarily, but I’d like to…
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It is the autumn of 2015 and I am packed into the backseat of a tiny Peugeot with four friends, driving from Maastricht to a small Belgian city called Ghent.…
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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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Everything I know of us was contained in a photograph with small cursive, curled edges and yellows imbalanced. A baby and an old woman. Not frail, no—she was all…
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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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The sun reveals the mountains one by one in shades of smoke and slate and coffee grounds. Then it gets to work on their ancient contours, lighting up the spaces…
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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 feeling anxious for years, first in childhood stomach aches, then in the mid-twenties chest pains, both times with the dread, the worry, the terror, a doctor said to me:…
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Word of the day: “hleów-feðer” – lit. “shelter-feather” (Anglo-Saxon); a comforting or protective arm placed around someone or something. (Robert Macfarlane, posted on Instagram, November 10, 2017) The cardinals’ nest…
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Image Credit: Ray Nalangan (Please Wake Up) I remember the first time I saw Sarah. I was working for the Department of Physical Therapy in the intensive care…
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A tiny song sparrow lights on the feeder. It peeps as it eats. Casts its little bead-black eyes up and around incessantly, scanning for hawks, falcons, danger. The chickens in…
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A new series, The Waters, is looking for written submissions as part of our ongoing Calls For Submissions: I’m interested in water. The waviness of it. The ocean. Bodies of water.…
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For a most of a summer, Andrea and I stay in my grandmother’s cabin in Inverness. While Grandma travels through Oregon and Washington, Andrea and I repaint the kitchen and…