3 (2) Twenty-five years later, It’s illegal to carry breast milk onto an airplane.   They’ve never caught a lactating hijacker, But neither has the Patriot Act tapped into a terror cell, State-mandated testing increased our ...

3.3 (3) Women today are vocalizing concerns about the forfeiture of their rights, yet when I ask, “What rights are you losing?” I get a blank stare. The signs reading “No Kings” ...

5 (2) We’re ass-deep in bathroom confusion: Gender has this issue twisted all wrong. Some folks are worrying about trans women, But I’ve been thinking of trans men all along.  They’re the ones watching for landmines As they enter the ...

5 (1) May 8, 2003, will always be the day my existence split into ‘before’ and ‘after.’ My knees buckled when I heard: “You have cancer.” Flashes of my life moved beyond ...

5 (1) Each night when the lights went out and the music ended, the four mannequins in the front window began their most productive hour. Oddly enough, they couldn’t move or show ...

5 (1) Sometimes my confidence in my identity wavers. However, one aspect that I’ve learned to embrace is my sexuality. I’m a proud member of the LGBTQ+ community and identify as pansexual. To be clear, pansexuality ...

4.8 (5) The air is different here— unspoiled, relaxed with a festive undertone that conveys unity and camaraderie. It’s exactly what I need to forget the bickering of a belligerent boss. This ...

5 (1) Each moment I held you in my arms was more fleeting than a rose petal’s beauty as it falls to the ground to die.  The taste of your lips, sweet as Coca-Cola, lingers like burnt sugar.  I beheld our summer days that in ...

5 (1) I drew a circle in the sand and placed everything I know within. I turned my back and walked away as the abyss swallowed it all. I drew a face ...

0 (0) Makayla dropped her dance bag by the front door with a loud thump and made her way into the kitchen. “I said I’m sorry,” her mother trailed in behind her. ...

5 (2) “Yeee-OUCH!” My Tusken Raider voice ululates, and my hands flit to my neck to wrest any ponytail I have left from Abby’s grasp. “What are you doing back there?”   With a huff, she releases her hold on the brush she’s wrapped my curls around. “Trying to tame this rat’s nest.”    “Well, brute force isn’t the answer,” I assure her, carefully unwinding single strands from the cylindrical ...

5 (2) The warm summer sun soaked into my pale winter skin. The last flood of the younger kids fled the building for the year. However, Leoni and I stood on the ...

5 (2) “Can you at least tell me where we’re going?” Melissa asked as James handed her a slushy. They’d been driving for a while, stopping only now to refuel the car ...

Lacey ChroniclesThe Other Side A Calm in the Storm Thankful Heart The Space Between Where Do We Go from Here? Soul-Searching in Manhattan Out Tonight A Paradigm Shift Start of Something New ...

What will you do this Summer?

0 (0) For months at a timeA child waits for the end of schoolMemories of the fun-filled summers of the pastIgnite the imaginationLetting them have something to look forward tooYearning for the ...