I have three sets of china that I did not select, having received them from women who lived before me.
by Kent OswaldA comic masterpiece? Shouldn’t there be an absolute measurement for that term?
by Tina V. CabreraEquipped with an MFA and nearly two decades of teaching experience, why would I take on a job that paid little more than minimum wage?
by Kent OswaldAfter the election it's all normal, except it isn't—as nobody can define normal anymore (even on a warmish NYC evening in November).
by Peter DudleyOn the second dawn of the Age of Regression, I am still struggling with a friend's suggestion that now is the time for me to "build bridges to the people who voted for Trump."
by Isabella DavidThis, folks, is election season in a picturesque small town, one the New York Times calls the epitome of “upscale Americana.”
by Kent OswaldWe teach our children to say they are sorry well before they are able to understand it should mean something more significant than getting lucky enough to draw a “get out of jail” free card in Monopoly.
by Johnson CheuIf you’ve read just about any disabled person’s blog—especially if they’ve got a “Top Ten: Don’t Do This When You See Me” list—you already know how I feel about people telling me that I inspire them.
Roz WarrenWhat kind of woman would write an essay from the point of view of a female orgasm? That would be Gina Barreca, feminist humor scholar, humorist, philosopher and all round gadfly.
by Kent OswaldBook honors aplenty litter the calendar. All well and good, but do the prizes promote superior writing or just encourage sales?
by Michael HasslerLike most black people, we are a minority population in almost every social American situation, even in my diverse small town of Garner, North Carolina.
by Isabella David McCaffreyIt’s been ten years since Eat Pray Love was published, and I can no longer understand now why I briefly liked it then.
There are situations one hopes never to find oneself in as an Editor, but today I write to share a gross oversight and an apology.
by Kent OswaldProgenitors for each of the five horsefolk of the coming POTUS apocalypse are readily found in America’s literary past.