My Grandmother’s Blanket
I’m not sure why we called it a blanket, it was a rug. An enormous, once-beautiful piece of hand woven Native American textile. Although faded and sta
Thoughts, essays, and articles from Terryl's grimoire.
I’m not sure why we called it a blanket, it was a rug. An enormous, once-beautiful piece of hand woven Native American textile. Although faded and sta
What’s so crazy about batshit anyway? Is batshit crazier than other shit?
Spending almost a year laid up and taking far too many painkiller
I knew my neighbors lived in a very different world than I did from the day they moved in across the street from me. I was working out in the wood yar
“My goal in life,” I crowed, “is for it to be okay if I’m reincarnated as any of the animals I encounter during this lifetime, including those I rely
An Adventure Memoir of Living Abroad and Letting Go of Life’s Trappings: Material Possessions, Cultural Blinders, and a Patriarchal Christian Worldview. By Mary Coday Edwards
A book review by Terryl Warnock.
“Christian Feminist” had long been a perplexing term for this non-Christian feminist, rather like a mathematical equation in which complex terms on bot
A pagan contemplation of equilbrium at the Vernal Equinox.
By Terryl Warnock
The serious face in the mirror of the employee bathroom didn’t look all that bad, I decided, except for the red, puffy eyes. My hope was that this com
The patriarchal smackdown of women who dared might have been a tired old story for other women, even then, but it was new to me. The story of women wh
MoonLit welcomes you back from a nice, long holiday break with the first of what we hope will be many Guest Stars. One of the principles MoonLit Press was founded on is service to the writing community. We are very happy to welcome the poet Jurell Cloward to the MoonLit family,