A woman’s body is broken for her children in a way a man’s can never be. We carry our children for nine months — and then an other nine months, and another, until they are simply too big to carry, and then we can only hold. Our bodies are changed forever: stretch marks and scars, […]
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Amanda Palmer, multi-media artist extraordinaire (and, though I am loathe to fall into the old ‘identify the woman by her family’ trap, wife of Neil Gaiman) is pregnant. I happened across this article today, in which she defends herself from an eloquent yet, in my opinion, insufferably critical and nosey fan who is concerned essentially
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Sometimes, when you’re writing, you hit the point where you just want to give up. On the current story, maybe, or maybe even on writing altogether. We’ve all been there, I promise. So this post is for me as much as for anything, and it’s as the title says: bookmark it for when you need
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Posted with Liana’s permission. [View the story “You Can DO This” on Storify] Read more:Updatery UpdatenessIn Which There Is No Off Switch For Caution (A Retitled Repost)"Lighten Up"
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Having just had a discussion with my husband last night about writing dark-ish stories, this is so on point. If you do just one random thing today, let it be this. This is the most powerful expression of why dark stories need to exist. It’s pictures, and it’ll take you all of a minute to
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Possibly the single most beautiful and profound discussion of racial discrimination I’ve ever seen. It’s gentle, it’s lovely, and it’s all in pictures! But seriously, it’s lovely. And profound. Check it out. #LightenUp by Ronald Wimberly. Read more:Link-a-Bet Soup 😉Confirmation: Amines Are Like Drugs 😛The Impressions You Leave Behind You (Repost)
There are days when you just want to wash your hands and quit humanity. You know the kind. Maybe someone (or a whole host of someones) was rude to you; maybe people were petty or spiteful or jealous or rude. Maybe the news is a nightmare, with people taking advantage of everybody else, with the
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“Writers end up writing about their obsessions. Things that haunt them; things they can’t forget; stories they carry in their bodies waiting to be released.” — Natalie Goldberg (via middecember) I keep writing about drugs, killers, and bad choices… what does this say about me? ~ Liana Brooks Me, I write about people who find strength
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Today – and I’m sorry to lump this on you – but today is one of those days where the sadness of reality is weighing me down. I’m sitting at my desk at work trying very hard not to cry just in case someone comes in, but the truth is that I just want to
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So, this is a relevant appendage to my post from yesterday about loving the imperfect. Enjoy. Read more:Related to #MeTooThought of The DayDecisions and Creativity
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