“Here she comes, running, . . . off the pedestal: chains off, crown off, halo off, just a live woman.”
–Charlotte Perkins Gilman
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Having recently moved east of my Eden, from the Pacific Ocean to the Appalachian Mountains, south of the Mason-Dixon line from Northern California, from sixteen years of unyielding dedication to Title-I public schools to an unexpectedly early retirement, from earning a paycheck since I was fourteen-and-a-half years old and working up to three jobs in order to…
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Ms. Z is a recovering schoolteacher, freelance writer, and full-time mother. She recently moved from the San Francisco Bay to the Appalachian Mountains, where she is learning to live in the woods and treat black bears like urban raccoons as well as to enjoy the regular exercises of running uphill and writing to political officials…
Of Those Clouds Inside Me
—September 17, 2017— Once the fever breaks, it leaves only a little congestion and a tiny red blister at the corner of my mouth. Thankful for no blisters on my feet, I rise at 6:30, gnaw on a bagel, and begin to run while it’s still chilly enough to wear fleece. A squirrel bounces across…
