Voices

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It’s Time We Start Talking About Death (If We Truly Want To Live)

If there is a gift of death to be celebrated, it is the possibility of reinvention. Death reminds us to view our “self” as an activity, a process. Read...
Deborah J. Cohan

Phone Calls: An Excerpt From Welcome To Wherever We Are

rauma shuffles, scrambles, and pulverizes story. Trauma dislocates, dislodges, and decimates voice. I think trauma also makes story and voice possible . . . eventually. Read...
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Rites Of Passage For Girls

Some Places Worth Leaving contains 13 short stories centering women and girls in precarious and sometimes life-threatening situations and their attempts to escape. Read...
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A Look At Joanna Valente's #Survivor

Ravishly is thrilled to offer a peek at Joanna Valente's forthcoming book #Survivor. Read...
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My Challenge List: How Embracing Challenges Made My Life Better

This article first appeared on The Refresh and has been republished with permission. 


“Six slick slim sycamore saplings and five thrifty, fun, fifty-somethings. . .” I chant along with the rest of the group as I try to slow my breathing. We finish our warm-ups and line up behind the door. Somehow, I end up at the front of the line, place my shaky palm on the door knob, and prepare myself to open it and walk on stage.

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‘You Used to Be a Guy?’

Here’s the short answer. No. I am not, and have never been, a “guy.” Read...
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Fat, Pretty, And Soon To Be Old: A Q&A With Kimberly Dark

Fat, Pretty, and Soon to be Old is a moving, funny, and startlingly frank collection of personal essays about what it means to look a certain way. Read...
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You Wrote To Whom?!

On the one hand, he kind of broke my heart, during a cold and awkward goodbye dinner at a cheap Ethiopian restaurant in Philadelphia. On the other hand, he proved to me that the unicorn combo of good looks, sense of humor, and brains really did exist in the wild and that I wasn’t crazy to keep my standards high in looking for it.

The dude in question was a doe-eyed guy I briefly dated in college, and the reason I was thinking of him was that I was smack-dab in the middle of a project I undertook years later, to write thank-you letters to people who had helped, inspired, or shaped me up to that point in my life.

I’d knocked off the easy categories of “helping” and “inspiring” people first, writing a single one-page letter every week to family members, my closest friends, teachers, mentors, favorite authors.

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