Before I laugh at the TikToks that make empires look ridiculous, I wake up to the messages that remind me how dangerous it is to live in their shadow. Most mornings, before my alarm even goes off, I wake to the sound ...
Mocking Empire from Minnesota: On Somali TikTok, Belonging, and the Parody of Power by Mohamoud and Haque
LAR Online, Nonfiction
“I can’t find your left ovary.”
In a very compromising position, I asked the ultrasound tech what she meant. Before responding, she requested I push down with my left hand low on my belly, where I knew my left ...
Elusive Ovary by Jenn Director Knudsen
LAR Online, Nonfiction
I can be many people: partner, friend, child, sibling. But I can’t really be a woman, I tell myself. Not like I was.
The empty toilet has also told me this, time and time again. Still I sit, cramped in the ...
Between the Legs by Madison Chapman
LAR Online, Nonfiction
In the high school wrestling gym, it never seemed there were locker rooms. There were bodies. Boys with shirts off or shirts on. Boys with sweatpants and slippery torsos peeking out over elastic bands. Or with ...
The Wrestler by Elizabeth Wenger
LAR Online, Nonfiction
The Revolution Will Not Keep You Sober: An Elegy for What We Sacrifice in Marriage, on the Clock, and for the Movement
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When the self-help gurus talked about the importance of establishing daily rituals, I wondered if ...
The Revolution Will Not Keep You Sober by Natasha Elle Thomas
LAR Online, Nonfiction
A physician reflects on the June 2025 war that has bubbled over into the current war in/against Iran.
On the first day Israel bombed Iran, I thought of my grandmother braiding her hair. As a child, I would perch at ...
The Twelve Days of War by Altaf Saadi
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Pregnancy No. 1
Gestation: 6 weeks, 1 day
I was a girl trying to be a woman in a man’s world, a fledgling New York City architect. With a work ethic inherited from immigrant parents who fled communist Poland with ...
Motherhood: A Resurrection by Magda Stoenescu
LAR Online, Nonfiction
On the way home from my Saturday Alanon meeting, I realize it’s my father’s sobriety anniversary. Fifty years. Should I call him? He’s on a ranch somewhere south of Austin with eight of his college buddies, and I ...
Home Team by Christie Tate
LAR Online, Nonfiction
In order to get ready to sleep, I used to have to cross my pinky toe over my other toe, on each side, rubbing my foot against the shin of the other leg. This action told my body I was folded up and ready for sleep, as ...
Accident Prone by Alison Powell
LAR Online, Nonfiction
