We are everywhere, the middle-aged, aging daughters and sons. Watch us folding walkers and wheelchairs into trunks, and then unfolding them again in handicapped spaces or next to sidewalk cutouts
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
Chicken Feet by Andreea Ceplinschi
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 …
The Session
by Cornelia Mars
I’m walking up the sunny side of a residential street in Montreal. It’s late March, and a cold snap has just ended. The sun is intense, but the temperature of the air is hovering around zero.
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...