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Women Writers Vibrant Voices
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WOMEN WRITERS. VIBRANT VOICES.
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We Do Love a Diner
Wherever we are, my mom and I love to go to diners for breakfast. We relish the low-key ambience, the speedy service, and not least, the...
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Taste, Smell, and Embrace it.
I clicked off the hairdryer. "Oh, shit. No! Where is it?" I came out of the hotel bathroom and saw Maggie frantically searching through...
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On the railway station bench
It’s better to meditate at sunrise, they say. Inhale two, three, four, exhale two, three, four. I close my eyes to look for my nothing...
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The Last Waltz
Ignoring my sense of foreboding, I concentrated on Charlie, my husband of less than a year as he emptied his apple picking bag into a...
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Red lipstick
“You should wear makeup, dearest, and find yourself a boyfriend.” Madame Constantinescu leaned and kissed me goodbye in front of the...
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Sunday Ham
The squeal pierces the quiet Sunday afternoon. Unmistakably swine. I lift my head, wipe my bottom lip with the back of my hand. The muted...
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At Nakashita’s Restroom
a young girl in a white vest bombed my shoulder and politely said “sorry madam.” For a second I wanted to slap her back. Instead I...
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Getting Out the Door
One Christmas, my husband gave me a gorgeous new pair of Women’s Power Streaker Winged Flyers RD 9560s. Six months later, with the grass...
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Blind Date
My psychology professors won’t admit it, but to truly understand people, try spending some time as a waitress. As a...
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Advantage
“All our affairs seem to be in order,” William told her that evening over coffee. “And profits should be high this year.” ...
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The Wake-Up Call
Wake up, Angela, wake up, a timid voice whispered into Laura’s ear. Heart fluttering under her skin, her t-shirt drenched in cold sweat,...
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The Secondhand Store
Sarah and Annabelle finished their ahi tuna salads, sipped their iced teas, and asked for the check. “Feel like browsing?” Annabelle...
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Little Girl Broken, Loved
Little girl, finding comfort in your big strong arms Loving, safe – you were my everything What happened that first night When you...
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The Hermit and the Hitchhiker
I was always my mother’s favorite. But she was never mine. Yet, when my father died at the young age of 72, everything had to change. I...
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Forever
We met I giggled You were serious I felt your heart even then Our souls said hello again Here we go A lifetime would pass 33 years to be...
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He Laughed
My father was a difficult man. A talented violinist, a natural leader, he was unfulfilled in music and little appreciated in his...
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Good-bye Stress
Me: Dear Stress, thank you for being such a big part of my life for most of my life. You have helped me to know in my body what feels...
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Out of my Scar
I have a massive scar on my right arm on the outside of my elbow. That scar means more to me than any tattoo I could ever get. It was a...
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Eight Belles
Bottles of the finest Scotch lined the oak-paneled wood walls where Dad and I sat at the bar in a bay side restaurant looking at the...
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A Sewing Circle
The moving man, stout as the load on his dolly, steered a dark wood cabinet into my mother’s apartment. He scanned the small studio,...
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Between
But who wouldn’t want to look that good in mismatched bra and panties? She’s not looking in the mirror she holds. Lying on loose sheets,...
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As we move into our third year of publication, we would like to thank the many authors who have shared their work and to the vast number of readers who read the wonderful stories, memoirs, and poems.
After long deliberation, we are delighted to open our submissions to personal essays and longer
short stories.
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