There are too many women on this syllabus. Don’t review us. There is too much inside of us. more »

We started Fringe at Jacob Wirth’s, a pub just a stone’s throw away from Emerson College in Boston, where we gathered to study. The year was 2005. We were young, ambitious, and tipsy with self confidence as well as strong… more »

Are you tired of the same mundane tours that promise to show you the real Vietnam? For a remarkably affordable price (airfare not included), Apocalypse Tours offers you an opportunity to encounter a nation being torn apart by the most photogenic war in the history of modern cinema: Vietnam, exactly as Francis Ford Coppola pictured it. more »

You stare at me for way too long, like I've either disgusted you or like you want to tell me something else about yourself that for some reason you still cannot. more »

If the media says it's true, who's to say it's not? more »

I live at 801 Imperial House, Munhall Road, a condo-only complex. The key doesn’t work. 401. Identical carpeted hallways with identical wood doors. I’m sure of the one part. 701? 601? I have lived here for fifteen years. My children suggested I move here in order to “make things easier.” For whom? I wondered. I keep the guest bedroom for my black Steinway. I played lullabies on it for Marcia when she was a little girl. Hush little baby, don’t say a word, Momma’s going to buy you a... more »

Journalist Carolyn Jones talks about what happened after she went public about her abortion in this Vintage piece, and talks to us on the blog about her current work reporting on reproductive rights in Texas. more »

New things had happened all the time, and were to have been learned. We read well and closely, were always reading, really, growing well-versed in versions of ourselves. more »

My stylist, the soothsayer. Sugarcoater, not. She pulled no punches, warned me outright about the beginner phase, the in-between phase, the neither-here-nor-there-yet phase. The need for patience. She ushered me in one January, and we began. While we began, she shared stories about schisms amongst stylists who wear natural hair and those wearing weaves and perms. Within the natural collective, additional rifts cracked along client lines: if you service natural clients, but wear a... more »

One of us, I guess it must have been Anton, was going to spend the entire summer in bare feet. We had the obvious objections—How will you get service? What about tetanus? But we wanted him to do it, really. We… more »

“Me, Tarzan,” he says. “You, submissive? You like heliports?” more »

Bob, all freckles and curly blonde hair, six feet Midwestern tall, squinted his blue eyes at me and said, “Please. Tell me you’re not a vegetarian.” I was. And so I had to endure a half hour of Bob’s sermon on the American culture of ranching and the nutritional benefits of meat-eating. I knew that Bob was from a ranch, and I knew that ranches in the United States were suffering, and I knew that Bob was just reacting emotionally, viscerally, to the idea that I was robbing his family... more »

We all have hope because we know we have the power to change our own futures. I think you underestimate our power to affect yours. more »

One thing I should explain right away. I still refer to the Great Man as my husband, though he divorced me forty years ago. You probably didn’t know I existed, did you, till you started your research. I doubt anyone’s left alive who remembers me. Except him, of course. Coffee? No, stay here, I’ll bring it out. more »