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Who is a Mother-Writer Without Guilt & Rage?

Without realizing it, my brain has done a good job of blocking out my mom rage. These moments sweep me and other moms into something unrecognizable. I’m ashamed of the times I’ve let my own desires for creative fulfillment cloud what’s happening before me in real time, especially as it relates to my kids. But forgive me for saying this: I’m fighting for me. My therapist says she loves how I have a strong sense of self, and that I strive for it.

Making Our Own Weather

Pyrocumulus clouds rise above fires that burn with special intensity. The clouds are multi-colored—shades of…

A Contemplation on Sorrow and Loss: A Review of WHAT STORM, WHAT THUNDER by Myriam J.A. Chancy

In August of 2021, I visited my place of birth, the Dominican Republic. A couple…

Stranger in the Village, A Visual Essay by Phoebe Boswell

So I landed in Gothenburg. I was met by my hosts and they took me…

Difficult Women
On Being a Difficult Woman: Roxane Gay, Salma Hayek, Jessica Williams, and Radical Discomfort

When I was sixteen years old, the National Hispanic Institute nominated me to attend a…

Ackee and Saltfish, with Breadfruit by Michael S. Collins

“I shall  describe this piece of cookery as the knowledge of it may be useful in…

Ethological Variations on Leftover Turkey and Other Matters: Singularity and Relationships in Cuisine as Morph Culture by Gerald Iguchi

Introduction: Turkey Pozole and Turkey Udon Not long after Thanksgiving, 2011, I saw a recipe for “Chipotle Turkey…