Prose

Mother Role
Joan Leotta – An Imperfect Mother

An Imperfect Mother by Joan Leotta One of my early memories is marveling over a statue of Mary, the Mother of Jesus in the corner of my first-grade classroom. The nuns said Mary was the perfect Mother. I learned…

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Linda Murphy Marshall – Point-Counterpoint

Point-Counterpoint by Linda Murphy Marshall Flip sides of the same coin. Yin and yang. Point, counterpoint. Sisters. Besides their diminutive frames, their oversized intellects, having mothered four children each, they had little in common. Picture my mother. Movie star…

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Heather Haldeman – May Day

May Day by Heather Haldeman “Hurray! Hurray! It’s the 1st of May. Outdoor sex starts today!” “Mom!” “I know,” she laughed. “You wanted the mother with the bun in the back, the Peter Pan collar and the cross around…

50+ and Fabulous
Martina Green McGowan – Prose

Martina Green McGowan Crafting Beyond the Half-Century Mark Time and Age Time and age come with a certain sense of freedom.  Freedom of thought, more risk-taking, a different perspective gained from a long view of life, its attendant…

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Wendy Brown-Báez – Weathering The Storm

Wendy Brown-Báez Weathering The Storm In the 1980s, I was part of a group that lived off-grid in the countryside of eastern Oregon. We shared a dilapidated barn, a cabin and a main building on five acres at…

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Erin McGuff-Pennington – She Knew

Erin McGuff-Pennington She Knew Nowadays all it takes is Call the Midwife, one glass of wine, and I’m an overflowing tub of emotions, soupy water sloshing over the sides. I doubt there’s an end to it—other than the very end—but…

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Aimee Pozorski – It’s Nothing You Did

Aimee Pozorski It’s Nothing You Did A woman is most vulnerable flat on her back, knees to her chest, panties dropped to the floor. Darkness surrounds her as the room’s shadows whisper. A wand scans the woman suspicious…

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Elaine Terranova – Tantrum

Elaine Terranova Tantrum Things are very hard in the world of a three-year-old.  So much you are born not understanding. You can play in the street but only until supper. You get a spanking for the interesting white…

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Bruce Moody – The Embrace

Bruce Moody The Embrace Its wings, its ribs, shoulders, its skin have a mind that desires — as the fires of spring desire — to be held, close, firm, firmly by hands. Hold me, hold me the…

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