In the winter of my junior year in high school, my mom and dad took a ten-day trip to China, leaving me at home to fend for myself. It was,…
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…
Image: Thom Steinbeck and the author, Diana Raab When we think of suicide, we usually think of it as a sudden, contemplated, or premeditated act. We rarely regard it…
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…
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…
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.…
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…
Image credit: Jennifer Pagliaro / Toronto Star Writers André Babyn and Jess Taylor became friends in Toronto, Ontario, but are originally both from Caledon, Ontario, a rural area known for…
Living in Thessaloniki, Greece, in the shadow of Mount Olympus, it feels only natural to claim being shot by Eros’s arrow. [Cupid only works in Italy and was unavailable –…
Image: Gulf of Mexico during Hurricane Hermine You should know that I was never bulimic. Not bulimic-bulimic. You should also know that the first time I made myself throw…
K. stopped eating breakfast in May. In the months preceding, I watched her carefully consider which bowl would house her yogurt and granola while she pulled different handmade vessels from…
Five years ago, my best friend C died. She was twenty. She was a poet. She once told me that everyone has not only a Soul Mate Person, but also…
I have a bad habit that I’m not going to fix. When I drop popcorn on my lap, I eat it, as though my folded knees are a continuation of…
I could have bought my own copy of James Agee’s Let Us Now Praise Famous Men in the past eight years—whenever I’m in a bookstore I head straight for the…