I remember what you said about a woman’s body/that it is an instrument/all neck but no strings /You say you want to suck all of the holiness out of her/But you do that and all you’ll find is grain/ You see this light leaking out from between her legs/We don’t have a word for that yet/at least not in this language/I know this song won’t catch anyone by surprise/Least of all you/You there with your lips on her neck/Not so fast/Did you hear yourself echo through her Did you get

I sit on the edge of the deck every morning as I go over the choice I made last year. At a girl’s night out, friends asked each other: “If your husband and child fell into the ocean, Who would you save first?” Of course, a woman is expected to give the politically correct answer. All the members pronounced it had to be their golden child but shuddered at the thought of making the terrible choice in real life. Then on a beautiful Sunday morning, a drunk boater hit us and our f

It was a ritual: while growing up, I would watch the Pride and Prejudice film every two or three months. Later, I would extend this routine to the book as well. My favorite movie adaption was the 1995 version with Colin Firth and Jennifer Ehle. I had read that several women fainted when they first saw Firth as Darcy jump into the Pemberly lake with his clothes on. Elizabeth Bennet was a heroine different from the others of the same era that I had read about. She rejected the