When my ex-fiancé learned I was writing a memoir about our breakup, he added a paragraph to his next woeful email. It began “I worry that your new book in the works will portray me as an awful monster.”
He went on to simultaneously own his “deeply hurtful behavior…towards the end” and also to remind me that “I’m not an awful person…we were more than just the end of us.”
Of course we were — that was exactly the problem.
At the time, reading his self-pitying words through the sheen of thumping blood in my ocular nerve, all I understood…
Baltimore, MD — May 15, 2021
GE is proud to announce our newest ultrasound product, forthcoming in summer 2022: the Mantis™, affectionately known at GE headquarters as ‘Shrimpy.’ Like its ocean-going namesake, the Mantis™ ultrasound machine looks just a little bit evil and can detect a wide range of complex visuals. Unlike an actual shrimp, the Mantis (™) is able to detect minute differences in creativity, work ethic, and Myers-Briggs personality type.
With Mantis™’s groundbreaking technology, pre-term imaging will no longer be limited to a barely-legible Doppler image of an oversized cashew or a ‘gingham’-filtered artist’s rendering of the couple’s…
What defines a mother? Does she need to be blood related to a child, or just consider that child to be family? Does her child need to grow up, does she need to raise her from infancy to adulthood?
These are the questions our May pieces wrestled with.
On Mother’s Day, we published Lindsey Danis’s essay about how Kamala Harris’s embrace of her stepmother-hood threw Lindsey’s own relationship with her father’s new family into sharp relief. It’s a piece that’s at once extremely personal and broadly accessible – after all, haven’t we all felt like outsiders at some time or…
Note: this piece originally appeared on nicoledieker.com on May 12,2021
I began this year with a resolution to prioritize my writing, despite having a plate so overloaded it was bending at the edges. I needed to find a way to fit it in — and also to get it out, which meant, in part, that I would have to ramp up my pitching productivity.
I’d already made solid progress on conquering my fear of rejection (or worse, ghosting) by editors, but I was struggling to come up with ideas for essays and service pieces. …
Yeah, yeah, yeah – this is yet another ‘spring has sprung’ email. And we’re behind the curve, as marketing trends go, too.
April has been a pretty wild month over here at Moments Between. Both Magda and I have had a lot on our plates, and there were some touch-and-go periods where I seriously questioned my decision to add this magazine.
But, as usual, our writers reminded us why we do it, why we wedge in time to read and respond to submissions, work closely with our writers to tailor accepted pieces to MBL’s style and voice, and even (not…
We’re looking for prose, poetry, and illustrations that illuminate the miniature tender, bold, bittersweet, tragic, swoon-worthy, and spicy moments you share with the people you’re connected to (either happily or unhappily). This may include lovers, friends, family (however you define it), or some unexpected relationship.
Examples of the kinds of relationship writing we love include: this Modern Love essay about a woman’s relationship with her mother shifting during the pandemic (many ML essays fit our publication’s voice), this short story by Brandon Taylor about family trauma and loneliness, and this essay by Ann Patchett about her 50-year friendship.
Last year, when I was lamenting for the millionth time to anyone who’d listen that I couldn’t find a publication that focused on the many tiny nuances of human relationships that I love to read about, I had a realization: maybe, instead of wishing the exact thing I wanted to read existed, I should start it!
This was a wild stretch for me. I’m not particularly ambitious, and I am quite cowardly, but last year pushed me out of my comfort zone in many ways – one of them resulted in this here publication. I was lucky enough to rope…
2. “Grief is grief. Nobody is keeping score, and it’s not a competition.”
3. “My weekend was good, thanks — we took the kids to their school’s Halloween parade. They were both astronauts.”
4. “Do you want to see a photo?”
5. “I know we’re not here to talk about me, but I just want to normalize your emotional response by disclosing that I also cried on election night.”
6. “What would it look like to put your own needs before the needs of everyone else? Don’t you deserve some care?”
7. “You know…
This time last year, I was lonely, bored, and generally unfulfilled — I hated my job in finance, surrounded by conservative ’80s types and felt myself slipping away from my writing. So I did what I usually do when I’m feeling underwhelmed: I overwhelmed myself.
Look, this isn’t a habit I would recommend to anyone else, ever. Except that I’m about to recommend it in a limited form right now. Because one of the ways I overwhelmed myself was to sign up or apply for everything writing-related, from Meredith Talusan’s Fairest workshops to fiction-writing classes to various freelance writing gigs…
The attack came out of nowhere, as they often seemed to. I’d been singing along to the radio while I navigated heavy traffic, thinking fondly of the $7 bottle of Trader Joe’s rosé that awaited me at my Oakland studio and wondering if I should text my boyfriend, Scott, when I got home, to see if he wanted to come over for a mellow dinner. The thought of his long arms wrapped around me had brought a flush to my cheeks even though nobody was there to see it.
Then I heard it: the opening of Adele’s new song, ‘Hello,’…
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