Mind The Gap

What are the gendered assumptions that underpin storytelling? Whom do we consider entitled to a story and which narratives are suppressed or ignored? How do we make sense of the margins, erasures, and silences?

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Women We Read This Week

Darcey Steinke on transfiguring her mother's pain; Elizabeth Tannen on family and the tenuous bonds that hold us together; Maria Popova on David Carr; Elmira Bayrasli and Lauren Bohn on gender disparity in the media; Molly Beer on rootedness and roaming.

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Bookmarked

Maggie Nelson recommends six nonfiction writers: "In a culture seemingly unable to understand submissive female desire as anything but a misogynist’s wet dream or the inevitable undertow of 'liberation,' Hodson’s bold experiments and assertions feel refreshing and welcome."

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Body Of Work

I read eyes and gestures, scars and tattoos. I read gathering films of sweat, fleeting looks, the shift of weight and the movement of eyelashes. I live for that moment before the photo is taken, the one when...

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Placed

Somehow, this is more real to me than anything I’ve touched so far in New Orleans, more tangible than a beignet down my throat or the cemetery vaults or even the slurried Mississippi River. Here I have found a poet for sale...

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On Repeat

As much as we seek out new experiences, repeated ones define a huge part of our lives. And it’s not just mundane routines that dominate, but the places we return to in our travels, books we reread, conversations we have over and over again...

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A Wilderness of Waiting

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In the eighth month of my nine-month human pregnancy, I go on a binge-Googling of animal gestation periods. Frilled sharks, I discover, gestate for 42 months. Elephants take 22 months. Sperm whales: 16. Walruses: 15. Rhinos: 14.

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Dream Body

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When I found out I was pregnant, I was training for a half marathon. I was also swimming regularly, about five times a week, sometimes with a club. I hadn’t been that fit in years; maybe I had never been that fit. I certainly remember thinking…

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Accidents

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I break the surface and sink again. I kick upwards, furiously, but I do not move. I do not move. My mind is blank and calm. I picture our neighbor’s empty pool in winter, and how it fills with dead leaves. Someone grabs my upper arm.

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