Watch Rome Burn With Us During This Debate Liveblog

We’re almost there, poodles. Deep breath. Chin up. America’s year-long fest to light our own farts is almost over. Lets do this debate liveblog thing one last time. For unicorns. For peace. For America herself.



Watch Two Old White Guys Try to Woo America in this Debate Liveblog

Here we are again, dear readers. We’re a month out from the election, and if there’s anyone out there who still has faith in humanity, please pitch us.

We’re accepting drinking game suggestions on Twitter and in the comments all through the debate. Mostly, we’re just looking for justification from our peers.

Election 2016: Pmag Style

As it turns out, we have not been living in a nightmare for the past year, we’re on the fast track to hell in a handbasket full of deplorables. As Persephoneers, we always have a plan, even in the event of a wee-fingered-Cheeto inspired apocalypse.  Read More Election 2016: Pmag Style

The Future of Persephone Magazine

As you’ve noticed, I’m sure, we’ve dropped off content by quite a bit. This post is to explain why, and to talk a bit about our future. Lest I bury the lede, the most important takeaway is that we’re not going anywhere. Pmag will stay online as long as the server bill gets paid, and that’s not currently a huge deal. Read More The Future of Persephone Magazine

You aren’t fated to be a bad parent just because yours were

Not all of us have had ideal parents, and sometimes long after we’re out of their sphere of influence, the damage they’ve done remains. I certainly fall into the category of someone who still is affected by what happened in her childhood, and the damage was enough that I worried that I’d do the same to my daughter. Read More You aren’t fated to be a bad parent just because yours were

Caregiving: Fight Song

This has been the song on constant repeat. The soundtrack to my coming out of hibernation. The tune that I have reached for as I feel myself turning into a ball of stress. Winter has come and gone. Spring has bobbed ever closer; no longer a speck on the horizon, but a season that has come ashore with no particular idea what it wants to do besides being a little warmer. Read More Caregiving: Fight Song