Breaking with Tradition: our November Call
UGH!
Pictured here is a tragedy of tradition.
What I have fondly come to think of as Mr.-Tippy-Head-Candy-Face came into my life, um, some time ago.
I have fond “growing...
Welcome to Heart and Humanity Magazine!
Welcome to Heart and Humanity Magazine, the latest incarnation of the ever-expanding venue The Relationship Blogger which is the brain (and heart) child of mental wellness and...
I’d Like To Warmly Welcome Our New Managing Editor Onto Our Team
Please raise your glasses and give a warm welcome to the infamous Kara Post-Kennedy as the new managing editor at our ever-expanding Magazine. Kara will be in...
New Submissions, Sponsored Content and Invoicing Policies
Dear Readers and Writers,
Please be aware The Relationship Blogger has new submissions and invoicing policies. Submissions changes take effect immediately. Here's what to expect:
Changes to Submissions
We will...
A word from the owner
This month marks 10 months that we have been actively writing as a magazine. First of all I'd love to say how proud I am of all...
Happy New Year!
Happy New Year to one and all that reads The Relationship Blogger. May I take this moment to wish you the very best for this coming year,...
How We Are Taking Care of Our Readers and Artists through Change
Dear Readers and Artists,
As Raymond and I put together this month’s themed issue, we noticed two things:
First, the art submitted across all genres is high impact. We...
Sponsorship Opportunities with The Relationship Blogger
The Relationship Blogger has a growing and diverse international readership. We are host to popular podcasts, relevant how-tos as well as deep and meaningful revelatory literary and...
Editor’s Letter: Writing Across Experiences
Dear Readers,
We are finding a lovely little groove here at The Relationship Blogger. This allows us to set higher goals, both for payment of artists and for...
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Solitaire & To the Past— After Visiting the Rutgers Geology Museum
SOLITAIRE
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The Smiling Dog of Sand Creek
He sat there smiling. I hadn't noticed him until my brother brought him to my attention at the dinner table.
“Have you seen the...
Seahorse
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It was on the first day of our seaside holiday that I found him...
First published in Visual Verse, June 2017
The Girl Who was a Butterfly
Butterflies are not supposed to talk. Yes, I know that. But I am not an ordinary butterfly.
My parents were hippies led by the idea...
The High Stakes of Sexual Mystery
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The Lesson
Terri shouldered her baseball bat and hung her glove on the narrow end. She walked to Mr. Niles’ front steps, climbed them, and rang...
