Tag: marriage
A Lesson About Love from Morgan Spurlock’s OG Ex-Wife
To see my name on the big screen. To be famous and make a ton of money. To step on stage at the Academy Awards…. These are the types of aspirations and dreams that drive a young film artist. Some admit it and others tell themselves their ambitions are loftier Read more
THIS IS GOING KIND OF FAST
On our fifth day of texting, you mention a wedding in which I am your bride. In the middle of the night, something falls from the ceiling and hits me in the face. It’s a party favor that says MRS.&MRS. I put it in a drawer with all the other Read more
The Privilege of being a woman in America, as seen through the eyes of the women of Tanzania
As a 21-year-old woman raised in America, I often felt vindicated. Once I entered the progressive world of college, I preached the idea that life was unfair for women, especially when compared to our counterparts – both the bane and the desire of my existence – men. I was unhappy Read more
Sestina for the Unforgivable
I woke with your name still in my mouth I swore I could feel your softsweet breath still on my neck my whole body a prayer bowl ringing my trembling heart still sounding in my ears hearing you asking me to jump to let myself fall with you into candescent Read more
POSTSCRIPT TO MY HUSBAND’S MISTRESS [ANNE]
Who uses the word mistress Outdated. Antiquated. A state of old. Like you. Why not choose someone younger than me This I might deem justifiable. Sort of If such a thing exists in all things betrayal I’m not so much older than you What if justifiable was a Trophy Wife Read more
Just a Second
The washer is full of clothes I need to hang up The dryer is broken They need to be hung up before they smell I’ve washed the same load 3 days in a row I said this time would be the last But I’m tired because The dishes are overflowing Read more
Bed Alarm
I don’t tremble, but they assume I’m Katherine Hepburn’s kind. We share our Parkinson’s frozen mask, expressionless, involuntary deceit of emotion. My shuffling gait halts while I calibrate my balance, refusing my wife’s arm even as my committee of limbs won’t comply. Stiffening, my six-foot body cracks against the shower Read more