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I’m Not Outraged, But If I Were…

I was in the produce section of the Centreville Harris Teeter when a man in a stained white tank top came up to my boyfriend

by Kyra Kondis November 12, 2018

The Identity that Immigration Built

We are pleased to announce that the So to Speak Blog’s Immigration Limited Series is now open for submissions. Please read our submission guidelines and submit

by Jhanvi Ramaiya September 21, 2018

The Dry Cleaner of Main Street | Cindy House

Every time he left, I would feel all of my muscles shake out of a tense grip, as if I’d been holding on to the

Cindy House August 14, 2018

Under My Bed

If people always knew when intruders had broken into their homes, no one would ever die this way. I grab a chef’s knife, the knife that slices through raw chicken, bone and flesh, and return to the living room where the moth persists at the lamp. There’s only one way to be sure. I’ll have to check.

Jody Keisner March 27, 2016

The Great Depression

Perhaps because of the housing boom and bust of the early 21st century, American society is now more aware of the “near poor” or people who are just getting by. But when I was a teenager, normal-looking actually meant “just like everyone else.” No one knew I was hungry and poor.

Joyce Wilson Young March 27, 2016

Mrs. Blunt’s Bequest

Ruth had always said that when she was too enfeebled to live independently, she’d “off” herself, as she put it with characteristic candor. A Right-to-Die advocate for decades, she was now bequeathing possessions. That’s what people did when they were going to do themselves in. Ruth would have been proud of me for putting it that way, for not resorting to a more comfortable euphemism.

Barbara Stowe March 27, 2016

Nakedness

My body is a private and practical thing—something yielded to the production of children and the scrubbing of a bathtub, but not something I would find either pleasure or pride in offering to the public. And yet, here I am, sitting in front of a computer, offering its naked portrait to the public gaze because, as a writer, my job is to be publicly naked.

Siân Griffiths March 27, 2016

Unraveling: Six Months

We have so many phrases and sayings in Al-Anon to help with states like this: “Easy does it,” “First things first,” “Keep it simple.” Sometimes they ring so hollow.

Becky Jo Gesteland August 17, 2015

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I’m Not Outraged, But If I Were…

The Identity that Immigration Built

The Dry Cleaner of Main Street | Cindy House

Under My Bed

The Great Depression

Mrs. Blunt’s Bequest

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Unraveling: Six Months

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