
Last week we gave you the most-viewed posts of 2015, according to the WordPress stats algorithm. This week we are getting a little more personal. These are the posts that we feel represent us individually more than any number of page views ever could. Maybe it’s the one that resonated the most, measured by the number of comments. Or it could be the one that almost made us throw up when we wrote it and immediately wanted to take it back when it posted. Maybe it was a post that revealed deep truth or conviction or comfort to the writer unexpectedly.
However the author measured their favorite posts, there’s a reason for it. These are the ones they would share with you as you sit together on the mudroom floor at twilight. These are the ones they hold out to you, messy and a little worldworn, as an offering.
Tammy Perlmutter: Between Rock Face and River
Ashley Hales: Losing and Finding Us as Lovers
Abby Norman: Clean Breaks
Heather Caliri: Story of Motherhood on the Head of a Pin
I was awed by the tremendous dignity of Jane Franklin Mecom, writing the names of the children she loved in a handmade book, and noting the days they died. I loved that she thought and was curious and learned in a world that didn’t value her mind. That she lived the quiet life that was her portion with contentment, and yet shone out fiercely in the middle of an unfair obscurity.
Tanya Marlow: Quit While You Still Love It
Velynn Brown: The Night My Blackness Was Stripped Away in the Dark
With gentle hands, he led me into the living room. His apartment was neat and tidy, full of African-American art and African sculptures. Jet and Ebony
He promised he wouldn’t take long.
I took a deep breath. I felt at home.
I curled up in the corner of his couch and began reading an article in one of the magazines. I hadn’t noticed the shower turning off but soon felt somebody breathing over me.
I looked up and there he stood, not dressed, not safe, and not my Brotha.
Esther Emery: Soup for the Skinny Girls
I have been skinny like bone and muscle is skinny, skinny like a person who is built all angles and not very many curves, skinny like a person who lives without luxuries of wealth and does a lot of chores.
I have also been the skinny/hungry. Maybe because there wasn’t food around or I didn’t have access to food, or it wasn’t my turn to eat or I didn’t think the food was for me. But just as likely because the thing I was thinking was food wasn’t even food and I don’t even know what it was. I don’t know how that happened, but it did.
Emily Miller: A Clean Break From Technology
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Thanks to all of you for sharing all over again. Looking forward to reading the posts I missed.
So many great ones. Thanks for providing this haven in the electronic world.