IN THIS ISSUE
The A Word
“I’m going to count to three and you need to be out of the car. 1...2...3. I see you still aren’t out of the car. If you choose not to get out of the car, you are going to lose your show this afternoon”. I brought out the big guns, and waited. But he was not going to budge. In that moment, I knew I played the last card I had, so I had to resort to brute force. I grabbed his upper arm, hauled him out of the carseat and made the humiliating walk of shame, dragging my pint sized boy while he was screaming bloody murder.
The Green Cap
I’ve always had a slight fascination with witchcraft. Whether it was fictional movies airing annually on television prior to Halloween depicting cackling women circling a black, steaming cauldron – an endless tornado of swirling black crinoline – or chapter 10 in my elementary school history book and its sugar-coating of the Salem Witch Trials, I was all in. That’s probably why at the tender age of nine when I stumbled across a Spell Book authored by a self-proclaimed “real” witch amidst the clutter in my cousin’s Pearl Jam-infested bedroom, I could not put it down. I’m not even sure why she had it, but I read the entire book cover to cover and took notes about which spells I thought I could tackle without having to purchase any odds and ends that my $5-per-week allowance could not possibly accommodate.
“You should write about it,” said Joanne.
The walls of her large counseling room were painted buttercup yellow and the corners stuffed with gigantic corduroy beanbag chairs. Joanne’s voice was soft and perky. She always made me feel like a kindergarten student and I liked it that way. If I had met her in the streets, out of context, I would’ve thought her to be a hippie. Someone whom you’d forgive of her airy fairy ways because of old age. It was hard to imagine Joanne working with sex offenders. Would she tell them the same thing?
Write about it.
Mary I and the Bloody Mary in the Mirror
I am ten years old and I’m at a sleepover. It’s one of those nights where everyone is trying to scare each other. We’ve probably just watched a bad 1970s horror film that had way too much blood for our fifth-grade eyes. We might have tried to perform a lame séance. Invariably, then, on one of those nights, someone will suggest doing the thing that scares me the most:
“Say ‘Bloody Mary’ three times in a mirror and see what happens.”
My invariable response: NO. EFFING. WAY.
From Radiolab: "This hour: Radiolab stares down the very moment of passing, and speculates about what may lie beyond. What happens at the moment when we slip from life...to the other side? Is it a moment? If it is, when exactly does it happen? And what happens afterward? It's a show of questions that don't have easy answers. So, in a slight departure from our regular format, we bring you eleven meditations on how, when, and even if we die."
From Stuff You Should Know: "The idea that a person who can’t understand the crime they’ve committed is wrong lets them off the hook from culpability for their actions is a longstanding pillar of Western criminal law. Learn about some of the prominent and overlooked cases where the accused has plead insanity in this episode of Stuff You Should Know."
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