by Susan Woodring I come from a family of reluctant apologizers. Somehow, though, I learned how. From a very early age, I apologized. I apologized
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American Dreams by Laura Jean Moore
“When I think of my most successful friends, I often wonder if they do not feel as suffocated or as false in offices as I do. I wonder if it is easier for them to quiet their laughter or if they are fortunate enough to enjoy the costume of business casual. Maybe, really, it is just the culture of linear advancement that I despise—everyone competing with each other in pretend congeniality while marching in the same direction. Or maybe it is that I have always had a hard time believing in institutions, and consensus, and belonging.” ~ Laura Jean Moore
Stargazing and Other Miracles
by Susan Woodring Many months ago, I helped my mother-in-law heft a giant purple suitcase down two flights of stairs at her apartment complex at
Body Talk by Laura Jean Moore
“Different bodies make a different literature. A woman, invisible, must insist on her corporeal self, while a man, visible, can be what is action. I write about violation and blood because it is the experience of this, my body, in these years, in this place. There is no hierarchy of lived experience or story told, even if one body is more valued than the other in the world.” ~ Laura Jean Moore
How to Dance Like a Writer
by Susan Woodring First deny everything. You are not a writer. You are not a dancer. You are not, in fact, dancing. You have never
On Calling Myself a Poet
by Corey Mesler I wrote my first poem in 4th grade, a re-wording (read plagiarism) of “The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere.” The teacher made
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