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Sarah Marty-Schlipf

  • The Only Woman in the Room

    At the Tazewell County Justice Center, on a Monday night in May, five women gather for a creative-writing class. They microwave plastic cups of instant coffee, then drag chairs up to the conference table where we’ll write.

  • The Stone of Help

    My husband hunches over the table, picking at his quesadillas. I’m gulping the last of the water, dropping my plate in the sink with a clatter. An idea hangs in the air between us like a burnt smell. We’re arguing—or…