You must stop writing these little love letters to my husband
24 March, 1921 Dear Princess Bibesco, I am afraid you must stop writing these little love letters to my husband while he and I live together. It is one of…
Netflix’s City of Ghosts Maps a Better Way to See LA—and Everywhere Else
Ito’s delivery mechanism for all that is a hybrid. The show’s characters are finely designed 3D ’toons, but the backdrops and settings aren’t. They’re photographs by the LA photographer Kwasi…
Audre Lorde Thought of Self-Care as an “Act of Political Warfare”
Several prominent thinkers have pointed out how activism, race, and self-care are connected. In 2014, I saw the legendary social justice activist Angela Davis speak. She ended her talk with…
A Layer of Catherines
three versions of one person meet in a forest. One of them is excited about it, one of them is nervous, and one them really wishes this hadn’t happened.
Hazmat by Katherine Brook
The fatberg didn’t ooze. It was a solid, unmoving mass. Every day they broke away chunks like breezeblocks. This one was a monster, the biggest yet. It was almost the…
A woman’s greatest enemy? A lack of time to herself
If what it takes to create are long stretches of time alone, that’s something women have never had the luxury to expect {read}
Leonora Carrington Rewrote the Surrealist Narrative for Women
In one of Carrington’s earliest stories, “The Debutante,” a young woman who does not want to go to a ball switches places with a hyena. The débutante allows her maid…
The Candy Children’s Mother by A.A. Balaskovits
My grandmother once told me that once you go into the forest, you come back a changeling. Or you don’t come back at all.
Flowertongue
Ames knew men who, rather than break their own trail in a hunt, followed another hunter and took that man’s discoveries as his own.