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I need to write about this and it’s going to be very hard for me, because I still struggle with whether or not I have a right to feel the…
Alexainie
2 days ago
The White Girl Who Likes Black Music
The White Girl Who Likes Black Music
If you saw me walking through town with my earbuds in, and you were to pull one out, you might be surprised to hear what I’m vibing to. It…
Liz Lazzara
2 days ago
Because You Will Never Know What It’s Like To Be A Mother
Because You Will Never Know What It’s Like To Be A Mother
Her voice was quiet despite a jaw line that appeared as taut as a bow string seconds before letting loose its arrow. She punched up the…
S Lynn Knight
5 days ago
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Change
A butterfly drifts by the window of the old school house.
Grace Smith
3 days ago
My stories, My children.
My stories, My children.
So. When I write, I write for me. If people like it or relate to it, or my story moves them? That is amazing. Not even the cherry on the…
Heather Nann
5 days ago
Regrouping: An April Relaunch of Femmes Unafraid
Regrouping: An April Relaunch of Femmes Unafraid
Hi Femmes Unafraid followers and supporters.
Heather Nann
Apr 4
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Now: 25 Bits of Advice for my Beautiful Teenage Daughter, to take into her adult life …
Now: 25 Bits of Advice for my Beautiful Teenage Daughter, to take into her adult life …
1.) Love yourself. You’re the only you that the world is gifted with. Your ideals, your beliefs, your core, your moral compass: they are…
Heather Nann
Oct 17, 2015
Moving On.
Moving On.
I will wake up tomorrow at 7:20 and, within the hour, be on the road to my last day of intensive outpatient therapy. I am nervous.
Heather Nann
Nov 9, 2015
Return to the Cubicle, or, Coming Out of The Rabbithole
Return to the Cubicle, or, Coming Out of The Rabbithole
In the morning I will return to the cubicle that I left on a not-particularly-memorable Wednesday in August.
Heather Nann
Nov 15, 2015
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I Am A Pearl.
I Am A Pearl.
After the text, and between bouts of crying over these last two weeks, I knew I needed to write; to process and cope and try to make sense…
Heather Nann
Nov 18, 2015
To The Edge. And Back.
To The Edge. And Back.
“You don’t remember me, do you?” the nurse asked me as I waited for my last meds of the day: something for anxiety, alcohol withdrawal, and…
Heather Nann
Nov 30, 2015
Advice
Advice
I once got advice that I initially rejected, but now, see as truth.
Heather Nann
Mar 31
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See Me How?
See Me How?
Am I the mistake you make
Heather Nann
Mar 29
Mad hugs. I will finally be able to write and catch up this weekend.
Who knew having two teens in the house would be this chaotic?!
Who knew having two teens in the house would be this chaotic?!
Heather Nann
Mar 23
I had an abortion. And I make no apologies for it.
I had an abortion. And I make no apologies for it.
I think I knew, before my HGH level was even elevated.
Heather Nann
Mar 29
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