IT CAN BE NOTHING
By Lindsay J Sedgwick — The story I told myself was that it would mean nothing. That I had to do this because his need was greater than mine. Hadn't I
Jun 13
What I Told My Legs
By Lissa Perrin — I never liked you. You’re short, sturdy, and hairy, requiring daily maintenance. You're like my mother's, built for comfort, not for speed.
May 3
Too Big
By Mae Stewart — Nothing chews up Wellies like city sidewalks, so I purchased Doc Martins, a size 10 for my humongous feet. The artwork on them
Apr 24
The Story I Told Myself
By Robert Martin — I told myself the door was closed on purpose, that I had paused my hand an inch from the knob because waiting looked like wisdom from
Mar 29
My Portrait-Painting
By Jonash Lepcha — I am the painter with the brush and my life sits as blank canvas. Choosing the best colour I have, I put my best brush stroke. Painting, in
Mar 5