After Charlottesville I Am Without Words

I like to think of myself as a person of words. I love to read, talk, preach and write—all of which require some facility with language. I even had a dear friend whisper in my ear a week or so ago, “You know what I love about you? Your vocabulary!” My what? Well, okay, I’ll […]

The Gold Standard of Friendship

By Carrie Kuba | Twitter: @bellinka09 I wasn’t living up to the expectation. I did not realize for many, many years the expectation was unattainable. I am not sure when exactly it started—college maybe? We were an admirable triad. Everyone thought so. We joked about how we were preparing for our future husbands in the […]

I Choose Life

[Trigger warning: Language around miscarriage and abortion. ] By Anonymous I developed the armour of independence early in life, convincing myself I was fine on my own. As the only Asian kid in my class, my classmates labeled me as teacher’s pet. I was familiar with the pang of being on the margins of the social […]

My Piece of the Elephant

Long ago and far away there were six men, wise indeed, but, alas, they were all without sight. An opinionated lot, every one, in the course of their wanderings, they happened to meet an elephant standing squarely in the center of their path. Feeling duty-bound to report on his discovery, the first wise man gripped […]

When Sex Isn’t Magical

by Anonymous I carefully string the beads on a wisp of fishing wire. They’re clear blue, about ten of them. Then I thread the letters: T-R-U-E L-O-V-E W-A-I-T-S. More blue beads. I tie it round my wrist, feeling accomplished. This will fix everything. / / / / I came of age in the late nineties. […]