By Amal Rana “how come you don’t cover your hair?” my breath punches out of me in one big gasp as I pretend not to hear...
By Kelsye Nelson The first ever VORTEXT event, Hedgebrook’s weekend retreat for women writers, began with Bastard out of Carolina author Dorothy Allison growling from...
I grew up a child of divorced parents. My father was gone most of the time, and my mom did everything for me. She was...
By Anisha Dutt You & Me Body, stamped, ornate and pure. My body, your body. Sealed. Beliefs erect dry rivers. Words spark fire, smoldering...
to sleep all day in loving arms or call my mother and hear her say Bushra? I was thinking of you right now to...
By Jennifer Givhan I couldn’t have had post-partum depression. Yet I did. I, a depressed mother. Adoptive mother. Ashamed mother. Heavy with pressure; mercury in...
By Natashia Deón If at dawn, I walked out into a busy intersection and Was swept away by a glorious symphony— Tires screeching, Glass exploding,...