The slight autumnal chill in the air hasn’t stopped Women Who Submit from sending their work into the world. Congratulations to all who were published in October.
From “Grabbing Pussy, Flipping the Script” by Tammy Delatorre at The Manifest-Station:
You said you grabbed women by their pussies. At first, I wanted to understand the mechanics of it. It implies a woman has a handle down there, something around which you can get your fingers; as if the pussy were the first body part to reach for, rather than a woman’s hand to shake out of respect, or her arms to embrace in friendship.
Also from Tammy, “Diving Lessons” at Slippery Elm:
I arrive at the indoor pool early, because I’m not a strong swimmer, and I distrust water.
From Katie Fustich‘s “Trump and the Long, Dangerous History of Politicizing Abortion” at The Daily Dot:
When it was his turn to speak, Trump asserted that late-term abortion is “not OK,” because “you can take the baby and rip the baby out of the womb of the mother just prior to the birth of the baby.” As medical professionals, women’s rights advocates, and women who have had late-term abortions have pointed out, this is simply not accurate.
From Kate Maruyama‘s “Supercuts” at Duende:
The rain was bucketing on Tuesday. Cat and dogging. Sloshing in puddles, dropping in sheets off the edge of the overhang: it promised to be a slow day at Supercuts. Something about rain in Southern California makes everyone just curl up in a ball and die. No one wants to grab lunch, go to a movie, visit the supermarket. And nobody wants to visit the mini-mall. Rainy Tuesdays at Supercuts are reserved for perky outdoorsy male types from back east who spend their whole haircut talking about how Angelenos suck in the rain. Eventually even those guys go away. And then it’s quiet.
From “Waiting for the Guy My Father Would’ve Been Proud to Call His Son-In-Law” by Arlene Schindler at Purple Clover:
During my forties, I was on every dating site available, where I was 45 for seven years because when a man asks how old you are on Match or OKCupid, they really don’t want to know your age—they want to know how many eggs you have left. I dated a handful of writers and also spent time with an urban planner for a year. None of ’em would’ve have passed muster with Dad.
From “The Readiness Assessment” by Melissa Chadburn at Proximity:
On January 1, 2012, California extended foster care past the age of 18. Foster youth in California previously set to “age out” of the system are now given the option to remain in-care until the age of 21. Today, in The Time of the Readiness, the first set of youth to participate in extended foster care saw the erratic walls of youth collapse—and aged out. The Time of the Readiness refers to the time caretakers, social workers, probation officers all scramble to complete paperwork to prove foster youth are no longer dependents of the state. Yet, foster youth have already long learned not to depend. This is the first lesson.
Also from Melissa, “Program Lifts Aspiring from Poverty, Infuses Media with Fresh Voices” at Columbia Journalism Review:
Ehrenreich launched the project in 2012 to change the national conversation about America’s 47 million poor people, and “to put a face on financial instability,” as the site describes.
Congratulations to Andrea Gutierrez whose essay “How to Grow Old” was accepted at Huizache; to Muriel Leung whose poetry collection, Bone Confetti, was published by Noemi Press; to Leilani Squire whose short story, “Foot Soldiers,” was published in The Deadly Writers Patrol Fall 2016 issue; and to Lauren Eggert-Crowe whose poem “Heaven Make Me a Warrior to Slay All the Bad Magic” won second place in the Black Warrior Review contest.
And last, but far from least, a big congratulations to WWS co-founder Xochitl-Julisa Bermejo who published “Los Angeles May Be Ugly, But It’s Ours,” her review of LAtitudes: An Angeleno’s Atlas at Terrain, and also celebrated the publication of her book Posada: Offerings of Witness and Refuge by Sundress Publications.