Image Credit: Tom Cowton. Fuchsia bush growing in Torres del Paine National Park, Chile circa 2004. I was 13 the first time my mother threatened to kick me out of…
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A woman who changes her hair is about to change her life. — Coco Chanel My hair started to fall out strand by strand instead of in the large, dramatic…
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One spring afternoon in 1992, my mother and I went to the pet store to buy birdseed and walked out with four baby chicks. Whenever our family acquired a new…
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The weird thing about getting older is how people stumble into my life whom I haven’t seen in years, it’s a time loop, someone whose whereabouts were unknown, and then…
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I like the modesty of the display cases; their white frames arranged like paragraphs on the wall. Within each, a bird or a group of birds, mounted against a light…
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Creative Nonfiction / EssayThe Stories We Tell Ourselves: The Power of Narrative and Community Amid Chaos
There is no good way to open this. I can only try to make sense of the summer of 2017 when my mother lost her mind and the country seemed…
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Parents Who Work, a System That Doesn’t Giancarlo, the smog guy, always struck me as remarkably good-natured for someone who worked in a fume-filled shoebox all day. When I’d…
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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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When I was ten, and my sister, Eunice, was eleven, we made a suicide pact. With a rusty hacksaw we snitched from my father’s workbench; we huddled on the wooden…
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Image Credit: Dev Murphy My mother called me last week to tell me she had dreamed of her sister Christy’s trip to the hospital before it happened. Minor illness.…
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A third eye for sensing danger has planted itself at the base of my skull. It sends out a dull throb when the possibility of bodily harm is perceived. It’s…
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Image Credit: Bailey Pennington In that very moment—hearing the doctor strip his hands free of the latex gloves he had just used in the examination room—my worst nightmare was…
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* * * Come sit and empty your pockets, child, and let us count what we’ve got. We can sort it this way: for me, love counts. And cancer counts.…
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Creative Nonfiction / EssayReviewAlive and Writing: What Recent Memoirs Reveal about Illness and the State of Health Care
Natural Causes by Barbara Ehrenreich Twelve Books, 2018 256 pages / Twelve Everything Happens for a Reason: And Other Lies I’ve Loved by Kate Bowler Random House, 2018 208 pages…
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