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Monsoon Season: A Memoir

In Phoenix, it seems as if you can see forever on the desert floor without mountains to block the view. The flat geography provides a...

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The Night Before Christmas 2017

It was the week before Christmas, when all through the house The kids were asleep, but the parents were out. They searched through the...

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Breathe

Breathe. The simple act of pulling the world in and swallowing. When I was a kid, I used to hold my breath underwater for 74 seconds. I...

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I Won Second Prize in a Beauty Contest and Collected More Than $10

Since the day I could count, my brother and I battled dozens of times in family tournaments of Monopoly. Before each match, he would...

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Judy.

I named my uterus Judy a few years ago. It made sense at the time. Calling it “Judy” gave me the freedom to air my bodily grievances...

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Kids

Before the realization of our mortality came into play, before panicking was a daily routine, life just wasn’t taken as seriously as...

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Women With Wings

During my routine OB appointment, my doctor mentioned that my nipple “looked a little funny.” I had noticed that too. She was fairly...

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In a Laundry Room on Virgin Gorda

I was on Virgin Gorda, ashore at 8:00 a.m. doing my last loads of laundry before the trip south. Out of the wash and into the dryers, I was...

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Tiny Circles

I pluck her This tiny girl who looks like me I pluck her from the giant fortress of a tree house She squeals and squirms for freedom This...

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Secret Life of Nimu

A story of grief, healing and hope. The essay traces a woman’s trip to her hometown after the death of her husband. The traditions that...

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“I Love You, Daddy”

I admit it; it’s true. I’m far too sensitive for a grown man. At any given moment, I could easily find myself whimpering, sniffling or...

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Creating a Feminist Future

My daughter started Kindergarten this year, and in the fourth week of school, a little boy kicked her in the face while she was playing on...

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Conscious Posting: The Difference Between Bragging and Gratitude

Facebook can be fun. Social media in all forms – can be entertaining. Instagram is cool because I like photos. I like to see the...

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Grandmother-ish

Originally published November 27, 2016 Trudging up the stairs to my grandmother’s third-floor walkup in Manhattan we finally arrive at...

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Oneiric projectiles: Dreaming My Female Ancestors Forward

My mother comes to pick me up from kindergarten and is pulled aside by the teacher. “Your daughter doesn’t color between the lines.”...

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I Have Three Children

The question I dread the most as a grieving mother is; “How many children do you have?” It’s not that I don’t know how to...

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Periods

Back in college, I lived on campus in a cramped, two-bedroom apartment. The white paint had dried dripping in places, so the walls looked...

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Right Here

The April Mom died, I resisted going East, believing that if I didn’t go, she wouldn’t die. I did not want her spry, wise, funny light...

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Free Bird

He had already locked the front door so she couldn’t escape, couldn’t open her cage. Perhaps he uttered a prayer to whomever murderers...

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Getting To NO

I stared up at the drifting clouds remembering that sticky-hot cloudless day, steaming asphalt, the girl in the on her bike, screaming,...

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I Was a Fearless Little Girl

I’ll never know if my mother thought that she might have had a cross dressing pre-teen son, or maybe she just thought that I was just a...

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Geraldine

there is a danger to dismissing history and we will be the price bloodied face-down folded over ourselves

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Sent: Spewing Bullshit With Doublespeak

So you could say I know for sure. There has definitely never been a time like this. I’ve been all over every form of physically and...

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Isn’t That What Friends Are For?

Decades ago, when I was in elementary school, I did have a few genuine friends. However, the so-called cool kids swiftly kicked us to the...

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My Father’s Advocate: Aging Parents and the Impact of Positive Medical Planning

“What I’m saying is, you could drop dead at any moment.” Blunt, direct and impatient, my father’s cardiologist meant what he said....

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KITTYGATE: A True Crime Story

THE CRIME It all began on a warm autumn day. Summer stays around for a long time here in Arizona, and it was over 90 degrees before noon...

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