It’s December 2nd and I feel as if I’m already behind. To be honest, I’d love a few more days to enjoy the colors of fall. So, in the spirit of lingering a bit longer on the subject of thanksgiving, each of our staff would like to share what they are...
It’s been way too cold to go outside and make pictures, so I’ve been struggling for inspiration. I keep daring myself to find a photo project within my house, but my house does not look like an episode on HGTV. Those houses probably don’t look like...
The writer’s heart must be round. It must see through the obvious. It must have a heart for those who are heartless. A writer’s heart has to beat to the drum of love, even for those who don’t deserve it. A few weeks ago, I dreaded the simple act of waking up because...
I taught a class some years ago, a workshop I cooked up entitled “How to Get From Here to There”. We spent three Saturdays, me and six other women, figuring out what changes we actually wanted to make – jobs, relationships, bodies, kids, exercise, enjoyment –...
I am not a huge fan of the epigraph. You know, those short pieces in italics set off to the right at the top of a poem or in a notes section, there to guide us obtuse readers into the mind of the poet before we get into the meat of the poem. For one thing, the word...
Today, after rising at five o’clock to talk to my lover on the phone between five and six when he is on his way to work, I return to bed and dream that my son Jonathan is driving my friend Manta and me somewhere downtown and we pass a house on a street of crowded...
ISSUE #2 – WINTER: This issue of Minerva Rising moves us inward as we contemplate the meaning of winter. Each of story, poem essay and photograph allows us to draw into ourselves as we celebrate the reparative nature of this season. We pause to appreciate the...
By Lindsey Grudnicki If you’ve finished reading our “Mothers” issue and are hungry for more motherhood-focused pieces, we’ve found the perfect journal for you! Literary Mama, a free online literary magazine headed by Caroline M. Grant, is “reading for the...
My dad was a car guy. Growing up, he didn’t have any doubts about where he wanted to end up in life career-wise, as far as I know anyway. He paid for the automotive classes he needed by bartending and by mopping floors at a local bodyshop, and by the time I was...
I decided to re-join Weight Watchers. The decision sort of came out of no where. Well, not really. My clothes weren’t fitting correctly [read too tight]. And recent blood work suggested the onset to various illnesses if I didn’t change something. So with more than a...
