A product of the fifties, I grew up with Donna Reed, Pat Boone, and the most daring heartthrob of all, Elvis Presley. So when my fifteen-year-old granddaughter, Lia, said to me, “Grandma, I’m not a girl,” I felt the wind ravel right out of my lungs.
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
Drawing Blood by Sherry Stratton
Blood draws have been hard on me my whole life. The medical techs tell me my veins are small. Sometimes they resort to a pediatric needle…
How You Go
By Rain Wright
Hiding from the crowned virus, and my landlord half waves, a downward motion, to the lemon tree who’s called the bees...
Body Unlimited
By Kaitlin Kan
At first, I loved the attention. Everyone at school had a sort of hushed concern that I had a serious health...
Seeing Ourselves
By Jane Downs
"… to the children of our country, regardless of your gender, our country has sent you a clear message: Dream with...
All My Daughters-in-Law and My Addiction to Heartbreaks
By Domnica Radulescu
There have been many over the years; wives and girlfriends of my two valiant sons—beautiful and brilliant...
Touch Is The Mother
By Theresa Padden
My body of skin holds the story of my life. Skin holds memory the way the Earth harbors fossils. A touch becomes...
Cook To Perfection
By Kimberly Lee
Greek-style chicken thighs with bruschetta. Italian steaks and panzanella. Seared tilapia and pickled pepper relish....
Harmonizing Solatude at 35,000 Feet
By Clara Oropeza
2:55 pm Pacific Standard time (11:55 pm Paris time): At the boarding gate, I was asked to remove my glasses so that...
EXODUS
By Darby Williams
“And it came to pass at the end of the four hundred and thirty years, even the selfsame day it came to pass, that all...
Pandemic Thoughts, Racing
By Sue Repko
Today I am recalling January, thumbing through my day planner, trying to pin this down, trying to put brackets around...