Monthly Archives: April 2004

Embracing Willendorf, Chapter Eight: The Emergence of the Bone Woman — I Can See My Bones: How Weird Is That?

| By Byron Ballard | As you might imagine, adjusting to a new body is a challenge and a delight. There’s the obvious change as your clothes get looser and looser, and your friends start complaining about that big ugly …

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White Trash Grace

| By Sally Duryea | “ In my hour of darkness, in my time of need, Oh Lord grant me wisdom, Oh Lord grant me speed” . When the morning sun breached the dash, the rays fell across Sonny as …

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My Ultimate Sexual Fantasy

| By Cheri Britton | It is a cool spring evening, the kind of crisp night that requires a light sweater but little else. The sun is just beginning to set and there is the lingering fragrance of emerging grass, …

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Women Have Two Hearts

| By Shannon South | I recognized this fact when I was a little girl. My uncle touched me on my vagina at age eight. This abuse and unsolicited attention continued until age eighteen. I craved attention from a man …

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The_rapist

| By Anne Heck | I hadn’t heard from the detective in years. One chilly afternoon in mid-January, I received a phone call. “It’s Detective Newsome,” he said in a voice soft and friendly. I felt anxious for his next …

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The Journey of River Chickadee

| By Robin Brown | When we heard that Robin Brown (whose email is “riverchickadee”) was about to load up her belongings and her 11-month old Australian shepherd Kootenay in Fairbanks, Alaska and head to Weaverville to study massage, we …

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My Fiesta

| By Jane Lawson | “Windows on the Body The Church says: The body is a sin Science says: The body is a machine. Advertising says: The body is a business. The body says: I am a fiesta.” – From …

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Menopause

| By Molly Walling | Body: Truth is, you and I have some work to do that is uncomfortable. Think of it this way—we have pulled off the expressway onto a scenic route. Not everything we pass is pretty. Anyway, …

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Good for Your Tummy: A Review of Lisa Sarasohn’s “The Woman’s Belly Book”

| Reviewed by Byron Ballard | I used to be jealous of Lisa Sarasohn, a woman who calls herself “the Belly Queen.” I simmered about her claim to belly royalty, since I am a woman with a terrific tummy. All …

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Poetry: Love Poem to a Breast

| By Mendy Knott | — for my best friend, after a mastectomy for breast cancer It’s not my breast, not yet but figuratively, it’s all of ours. And though I rarely saw more than its contours beneath a sweatshirt …

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The Longest Race

| By Sandy Thorpe | By mile 23 I want to stop. My legs are screaming, I fight the urge to cry, but I just keep running. . .one sluggish step at a time. I often think about my first …

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This Body Built of the Land

| By G. Leigh Wilkerson | When my childhood friend Casey and I used to share a ride from Memphis back to our hometown in the hills of North Alabama, we’d wait for the feeling to happen. Within 100 miles …

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Poetry: For George, My Tiny Neighbor of Long Ago

| By Julianne Gallegos | Tiny baby George Giant smile, small cleft on lip Easily mended. Little George is here His mom, my friend, sells Avon, He strips bare, frolics. Choking toddler George I scoop candy from his throat A …

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Facing Fear, Cancer, With Love

| By Laurel Ann Reinhardt, Ph.D. | In December of 1996, like millions of women before and since, I found a lump in my breast. Though I had no reason to assume anything about this lump, my immediate thought was, …

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