I could only love you the same way our mother loved chicken feet.
We weren’t rich, but our grandparents raised chickens and mother could make one bird go a long way for a family of four …
Creative Nonfiction
The Keeping Room is an online magazine for all women writers, poets, and artists.
We are looking to publish your short stories, essays, free writing, poetry, and photo essays that touch on topics related to Women’s Wisdom, Lessons Learned, Self-care, Bodies, Relationships, and Community.
Writers selected for publication will be paid $25
Anticipatory Grief by Debbi Welch
Isn’t good old-fashioned grief enough? Loss, tears, the flooding of memories?
Math Class isn’t Tough. What Comes After is Tough.
by Jessica Manack
Can a woman ever really stop tallying the figures of her life?
Her Sunflower Apron
by Gail Ghai
When Ginny Reuben’s kitten, Tickle, got stuck in our giant elm tree, the neighbors flooded our front yard as if free food samples were being offered…
Anna’s Cabinets
by Laura Plummer
Section 8 apartments are all the same. Shady characters linger in the lobby, wearing too many layers for mid-July …
My Father’s Boxes
by Laura Plummer
In the basement is a shelf of identical cardboard boxes labeled in my father’s heavy, slanted writing. This is his system for categorizing his universe …
The Cool Girls
by Laura Plummer
It’s Lyndsy’s eleventh birthday. The girls she invited are a year older than us. Wanting to impress them, I show off by doing handstands …
Fat by Sarah Levine
Ten.
The package of Oreos makes its way around the classroom, as do squeals from your classmates as they thank Jacob for convincing his mom to stop at Wawa to bring a snack for the class.
Lost Time by Nancy Jorgensen
Two brides in my family never had sex. I wasn’t told their birth names. I knew them only as Sister Christine and...
Losing Art An excerpt from LOSING ART, a memoir by Patricia Feinman
I got as close to Art as I could, resting one arm on either side of him, without letting any of my weight lean on his...
Weight of a Thousand Flowers by Linda Petrucelli
“I can see myself living here for a very long time,” I told the realtor, my fingers trembling as I signed for the rundown rancher with a great view.