Sarah Batcheller

My Scars by Sarita Hacohen

I was two or three years old, and nice Mr. Rubinstein, our elderly neighbor from the next building, was my babysitter.  I remember lying across his knees while his hand patted my baby tushie in soft strokes. The next thing ...

I Do Not Have to Tell You This

I do not think I belong with #MeToo. I do not have stories as deep and dark as these. I sheltered myself. I heard stories. I heard how my family talked about my cousin, pregnant in high school: “So embarrassing.” I didn’t ...

Poetry by Athena Melliar

"Pallid Mirrors" Pale yellow star-shaped flowers were scenting the air, the lime fragrance of zest combined with thyme balm; Zephyr, just orienting a swarm of bees towards the east, confined them in its breeze. The tree’s loose canopy left a dappled shade on the ground below; the ...

A Letter from the Blog Editor

To our readers, Recent months have seen an onslaught of discussion about sexual assault and harassment in the media. As survivors come forward and powerful people admit, apologize, step down, deny, and/or lash out, many of us witnessing it all from ...