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Me and Glenn Danzig, Trenton, NJ, November 1, 1990. Photo by Isabelle Maxwell.

There are moments in life when an image or a word taken out of context will trigger a memory that we’ve either buried deep in our subconscious, or we have chosen to ignore. Sometimes when these memories resurface, we’ll have a moment of clarity — an epiphany if you will — in which we catch a glimpse of our own potential growth (or lack of) and hopefully start to recognize why we fall into certain patterns of behavior. …


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Photo by iam Se7en on Unsplash

Recently, I did something I swore I would never do. I picked up a copy of Fifty Shades of Grey. Actually, I picked up the audiobook from my local library and listened to it in my car on my way to work and back and while running errands. Listening to this audiobook in my car was a complete interactive experience in which I laughed out loud, screamed “shut the fuck up” at the narrator, and said, “no duh” when something so unbelievably obvious was brought to my attention. This novel, much like the series of novels that inspired it (Stephenie…


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Photo by Robert Baker via Unsplash

A few weeks ago, I was having a less than stellar day and you could see that fact plainly on my face and in the set of my shoulders. I wanted to quit my job. I was unhappy about my son’s behavior at school — including the fact that he had refused to go that day and had spent the entire afternoon living his best life on my couch without a care in the world. I wasn’t looking forward to being home that evening. I didn’t want to listen to whatever he was watching on TV at a volume that…


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Photo by Alex Block on Unsplash

I have a confession to make. I have been withholding love. I’ve been doing it since the first time someone broke my heart. And, I’m beginning to think that happened long before the first boy I loved cheated on me. I’ve been cheated on, lied too, and straight up abused by people I cared about and those wounds never seem to close. The pain has dulled over time, but unless I figure out the root cause of that initial hurt, I will never be able to heal. My heart is scarred and bruised and dredges up images of Civil War…


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A Discovery of Witches, Episode #1.1, IMDb

Welcome to the first post in a series in which I will be examining vampire fiction — novels, film, and TV shows — through the lens of identity politics. Specifically, I’ll be looking at the concepts of white privilege and racial identity/representation in popular vampire fiction and discussing why certain tropes are problematic. As a woman of color who has been consuming vampire narratives for roughly forty years, I have become aware of certain tropes that have evolved in recent years that differ from classic vampire narratives, and there are noticeable absences in terms of representation and diversity among the…


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Photo by Gordon Plant on Unsplash

I had an enlightening conversation with my therapist yesterday afternoon. Before I share my moment of clarity, I want to mention that if you’re seeing a therapist and aren’t making breakthroughs or at least having moments of clarity that lead to growth, you should find a therapist who better serves your needs, or you need to start working on the things that brought you to therapy in the first place.

Your therapist isn’t a magician. There is no magical solution to what ails you. You have to be willing to take responsibility for your own life and do the hard…


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I’m not sure when it happened. I couldn’t recount a specific moment in time or set of circumstances, but at some point, in my late thirties, I gave up on the notion of finding love. I wasn’t so cynical that I denied its existence. I knew romantic love was possible for other people. Just not for me. At least, that was how I was choosing to interpret my personal romance history up to that point.

Would it surprise you to know that I was married when I came to this conclusion? It shouldn’t. Lots of people get married for lots…


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Photo by Tony Lam Hoang on Unsplash

This morning was the same as every other morning I’ve experienced for the past three years. I woke up to the sound of my alarm, because it’s a Monday and I had to go to work. I hit the snooze on my phone and climbed back under the covers to check what had happened on social media while I slept. …

Michelle R Lane

Michelle R. Lane writes dark speculative fiction about women of color who battle their inner demons while falling in love with monsters.

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