We had been standing in line for hours. Days. Months. It felt like we had been standing since the beginning of thought or reason, for centuries. Some of us had been waiting, every hour, every minute, for two years. The waiting, the desire to vote...
Author - Karen E. Bender
How It Ends: The Trump Mothers Speak
And then, finally, we descended: tens of thousands of women in America, coming to the White House trying to take back the country. We were all dressed as Mary Anne MacLeod Trump, the mother of Donald Trump. We came from every state, from...
Describe Hope: Assignment Given to Undergraduate Creative Writing Class on November 9, 2016
The Professor rushes into a small university classroom. Twenty students sit around a large wooden table. The professor is ten minutes late; she appears rattled and as though she has not slept. Professor: Class. So. Hello. I know we have many...
Post-Election, With the Mothers in the Zombie Parking Lot
They have not arrived. You are waiting for them. The parking lot is dark and it is November, so your arms feel hard and fragile in the cold. It is nine o’clock, and you are all gathering here to send your children off on a field trip. The bus is...