Note To Self: Always Flirt With Chinese Grandma At Bus Stop

There’s a small chip on my front tooth. I’ve had it fixed, but it’s so tiny, the repair doesn’t last. So, I smile with my chipped tooth and my eyes scrunched up and I see laugh lines with this haircut that showcases my whole wrinkly forehead. And I don’t care. I like that my face […]

When Sisterhood Is A Mighty Wave

By Trudy Smith Summer, 2014: monsoon season in India. The autorickshaw speeds through snarls of traffic and past lush green parks as I look out at the gathering storm. The crowd of women and children converges under skies as dark and swollen as a bruise. I step out of the auto and join them moments […]

From the Root of Divine Love

A tidy but wild little row of marigolds grew around my mother’s gravestone this summer. I didn’t plant them. I visit it very rarely, mostly because I live far away from my Michigan hometown and, if I’m being honest, because visiting a stone that says her name is sometimes an unbearable silence. That little row […]

The Flag House

My favorite house is the One With The Flags. It is a beautiful house on a shaded street. It has trimmed roses and, as a salute to the cycling culture of our city, a number of brightly painted bicycles mounted on the fence as cheerful sculptures. But, most significantly, it is a house with a […]

When Generations of Silent Women Speak

By Cheryl McGrath | Twitter: @breadforbride The voices moving around me are strong. They are loud, articulate, and powerful. Most of all they are young, charged with the unmistakable exuberance and vigour of youth. They are young with the outrageous brashness of those who have carefully examined the well-worn path grudgingly offered to them and firmly declined. […]