Fuck Jann Wenner. If you haven’t been saying that for 45 years, I hope you’re saying that now. It feels good. Go ahead: Fuck. Jann. Wenner. And fuck his aptly titled tribute to male dominance […]
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Here Lies Leslie. She Was Good on Facebook.
Leslie Fuquinay (nee Fern) Miller, a Baltimore writer, photographer, and mosaic artist, died before she was ready—because who’s ever ready? Still, her death was, for some, long overdue. “Half Life” by Leslie F. Miller Miller […]
Love the One You’re With
Thanksgiving was my dad’s favorite holiday. He loved going to Ocean City with Mom and my sister’s family to stay in his condo at the Capri for the long weekend. But he especially loved leaving […]
Jetty Spaghetti
It’s probably normal for people to give their pets nicknames in ways they wouldn’t think to name their friends—unless they’re the guy making the copies. Marty’s and my first dog, Beowulf King o’ the Geats Miller, […]
Baltimore: What I Like About You—and What I Don’t
What I like about you: You keep me warm at night. I’ve lived in my house, in the Beverly Hills area of Baltimore, for 26 years. I’ve raised a child, now 21, here. She attended […]
I Thought I Was Fat
For as long as I can remember, my self-worth has been embroidered on a label sewn into the backs of my clothing. The higher the number, the lower my head. The scale tells the story […]
The “Living” Room
I’ve been cleaning my living room for almost three hours—vacuuming, dusting, cleaning behind the furniture. The only thing left is the blinds, and I just can’t. I was hoping to, as I cleaned, get rid […]
Irish Folk Songs (Part 1 of ?)
I’m here in Listowel, Ireland thinking about thanks and possessed of a sublime gratitude. Last night, my daughter and nephew sang in my sister’s living room, and Beth shared it on my Facebook wall. It […]
RESIST
My daughter is a great person. I admire her for many reasons, her breathtaking beauty the least of them. She is kind. She is concerned. She is conscientious. She recycles. As a little girl, […]
maybe someday you
“Suck Voice” illustration by Jennifer Sarah Blakeslee The worst part about mental illness is not simply having it. It’s not the waking up some mornings in such a state that you wonder if you can get out […]
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