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Personals 

When Jo was hired to run the personals section of the local weekly newspaper, she bragged to friends that it was almost better than sex. Every day she’d stop at the café at the corner of Throckmorton and Blithedale for

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Personals 

When Jo was hired to run the personals section of the local weekly newspaper, she bragged to friends that it was almost better than sex. Every day she’d stop at the café at the corner of Throckmorton and Blithedale for

image courtesy Lynn Skordal

Teaching Rape

      The first day of the first time I taught Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov to an AP English class at Berkeley High School, I stood in front of the room reading chapter one aloud, the one that starts

image courtesy Lynn Skordal

Teaching Rape

      The first day of the first time I taught Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov to an AP English class at Berkeley High School, I stood in front of the room reading chapter one aloud, the one that starts

image courtesy Kathie McMillan

Made

I was 11 when the boys clustered around me at lunch, calling names: skank, hoser, slut, scumbag, stupid butt-ugg bitch. I don’t recall why they hated me, only their sneering baby faces and those skinny chests puffed up with imaginary

image courtesy Kathie McMillan

Made

I was 11 when the boys clustered around me at lunch, calling names: skank, hoser, slut, scumbag, stupid butt-ugg bitch. I don’t recall why they hated me, only their sneering baby faces and those skinny chests puffed up with imaginary

image courtesy Luis Mariano González

We Have to Remember Every Detail

The pool is an empty blue eye staring at the sky. By the time the police arrive, the long fingers of the trees’ shadows touch the edges of the water. The swimmers have withdrawn to the locker rooms to rinse

image courtesy Luis Mariano González

We Have to Remember Every Detail

The pool is an empty blue eye staring at the sky. By the time the police arrive, the long fingers of the trees’ shadows touch the edges of the water. The swimmers have withdrawn to the locker rooms to rinse

Art by Matthew Cusick

LA ==> SF

Charlotte takes one hand off the steering wheel to slide her sunglasses down her nose. “Light a cigarette, would you?” “Did you bring any?” asks Leigh. “Of course not. You know I don’t smoke.” Leigh lights the cigarette and hands

Art by Matthew Cusick

LA ==> SF

Charlotte takes one hand off the steering wheel to slide her sunglasses down her nose. “Light a cigarette, would you?” “Did you bring any?” asks Leigh. “Of course not. You know I don’t smoke.” Leigh lights the cigarette and hands

image by Eleanor Rudge

writing group

Hi guys— I didn’t have time to read the new applicant’s submission word-for-word, but I don’t think I have good feedback for his piece. I agree that his background sounds exciting and interesting, but his writing is not something I’d ever choose to

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writing group

Hi guys— I didn’t have time to read the new applicant’s submission word-for-word, but I don’t think I have good feedback for his piece. I agree that his background sounds exciting and interesting, but his writing is not something I’d ever choose to

photo by Marko Seppänen

wallpaper

On the home tour, John and I stood holding hands and looking at a wall covered in splotches and splatters of plaster so nubby and thick it cast shadows in the late afternoon light. “What is that?” I wondered. “Did

photo by Marko Seppänen

wallpaper

On the home tour, John and I stood holding hands and looking at a wall covered in splotches and splatters of plaster so nubby and thick it cast shadows in the late afternoon light. “What is that?” I wondered. “Did

by David Foggo

knocking

At first I expected an answer. There was no doubt that someone would hear me knocking. The door will open any moment now because that’s how it works—knock and the door opens: on this we can all depend. After awhile, I

by David Foggo

knocking

At first I expected an answer. There was no doubt that someone would hear me knocking. The door will open any moment now because that’s how it works—knock and the door opens: on this we can all depend. After awhile, I

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neighborhood

I was at the sink rinsing my coffee cup when he left at 7:30, as usual. And as soon as the garage door closed, I saw their curtains disappear. Well, that caught my eye.  She was ripping them down like

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neighborhood

I was at the sink rinsing my coffee cup when he left at 7:30, as usual. And as soon as the garage door closed, I saw their curtains disappear. Well, that caught my eye.  She was ripping them down like

by Eibatova Karina

the first day

Teacher (poses with her props—a stack of papers, a tweedy blazer, and a pair of reading glasses—behind the lectern at the front of the room): Hello class, and welcome to AP English. Student (a beefy boy at the back of

by Eibatova Karina

the first day

Teacher (poses with her props—a stack of papers, a tweedy blazer, and a pair of reading glasses—behind the lectern at the front of the room): Hello class, and welcome to AP English. Student (a beefy boy at the back of

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In case of emergency

There are two doors in our house: one in front and one in back. That should be sufficient, but you never know. There are two windows in the kitchen, but only one is big enough to crawl through. There’s a

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In case of emergency

There are two doors in our house: one in front and one in back. That should be sufficient, but you never know. There are two windows in the kitchen, but only one is big enough to crawl through. There’s a

by argyle plaids www.argyleplaids.com

Elevator 

  They’re on the elevator on the third floor, trying to get to the fourth. He pushes the button for the basement, realizes his mistake, and hits the button for four.  Only the basement button lights up. She says, “That’s the

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Elevator 

  They’re on the elevator on the third floor, trying to get to the fourth. He pushes the button for the basement, realizes his mistake, and hits the button for four.  Only the basement button lights up. She says, “That’s the

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If I Had a Dollar (Why I Am a Feminist)

Because my mother was a painter and a beauty when artists had patrons and a woman like that needed a man to take care of her, so she married a money man. Because my mother’s mother was a beauty and

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If I Had a Dollar (Why I Am a Feminist)

Because my mother was a painter and a beauty when artists had patrons and a woman like that needed a man to take care of her, so she married a money man. Because my mother’s mother was a beauty and

image courtesy Lynn Skordal

Women Being Seen in 2014

Beyonce Being seen, being seen as a whole person—woman, mother, body, brain, artist, aesthetic, sensuality, mastermind—is a neat trick. I don’t care what they say. I want to see more. You make feminism look good. Hillary Every word, every move

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Women Being Seen in 2014

Beyonce Being seen, being seen as a whole person—woman, mother, body, brain, artist, aesthetic, sensuality, mastermind—is a neat trick. I don’t care what they say. I want to see more. You make feminism look good. Hillary Every word, every move

image courtesy Mine Konno

merry and sad

I love it when the snow starts falling on my blog.  Here are some scenes that fit perfectly with the falling snow, to get you into the silent snowy night mood.  If you pause here for a moment, the snow

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merry and sad

I love it when the snow starts falling on my blog.  Here are some scenes that fit perfectly with the falling snow, to get you into the silent snowy night mood.  If you pause here for a moment, the snow

by Kristijan Hranisavljevic

breadcrumbs

In the book I’m reading, I come across this passage: There is the old story of Somerset Maugham reading Proust while crossing the desert by camel, and to lighten his load he tore out each page after reading both sides

by Kristijan Hranisavljevic

breadcrumbs

In the book I’m reading, I come across this passage: There is the old story of Somerset Maugham reading Proust while crossing the desert by camel, and to lighten his load he tore out each page after reading both sides