What a pleasure it is to see, in the midst of disheartening news about the low number of women writers whose writing appears in major national periodicals, that the Atlantic is at least at the top of the list.

Our heartfelt attempts at cheer and goodwill this holiday season bark their knees-if they had knees-on reports like Name It/Change It. Just when we wanted to forget all about misogyny comes this portent reminder that it is always with us, especially in the various forms of media I attempt to…

Now that my newest book, Mending: New and Selected Short Stories is reaching its readers, I find myself in a rather delightful quandary: Sarabande Books will publish my next book, The Blue Box, a family narrative based on the letters and papers of three of my foremothers, in August, 2014—which…

They were old, they had entered those years when nothing ever happens except falls, illness, approaching disability, and neither of them had planned on that when they married, when the children were born, and then the grandchildren.

In an economy of high unemployment, dependent on five percent annual growth, the woman spraying her fellow shoppers joins the ranks of the immigrant shattering the peace of a neighborhood with a leaf blower and the bulldozer beeping as it destroys a hillside for another expensive development.