by Regina Griego No one would wish for a tragedy like ours. My fifteen-year-old nephew shot and killed his father (my brother), mother, and three of his siblings. I took guardianship of my nephew and supported him through his legal, therapeutic, and educational...
by Claire Reutter Once upon a time, there was a group of women and a group of men. They lived very close to each other, but separately. After years of mistreatment from the men, a couple of women surprised the men by attacking them one day, brutally killing...
by Rebecca Dakota “Your name? “McVey.” “And your first name?” “McVey.” “Oh, then, your last name?” “McVey.” The clerk finally looked up, flooded with exasperation. “I need your full name.” “McVey.” “Lady. Please.” “That is my name.” “The form requires a first...
by Grace Elena Woods I’ve been an activist all my life. As an infant born into abuse, I learned that everything was a potential threat. I learned to watch my back, to listen and observe and question everything. I learned to fight. The seeds of revolution were...
by Bonnie Bassan The cawing of grey necked crows in the streets of Kolkata harmonizes with the honking cars. Crows symbolize alchemy, the turning of metal into gold, and here, where crows abound, there is gold produced in the streets. On my first day in India,...
