SUBMISSIONS + OPEN PIECES

Rare is always reading.

We're building something that holds women in the in-between. The parts of life that don't get talked about until someone brings it up first. If you have a piece living in you, we want to see it.

This isn't a deadline. There's no single date by which your words need to be ready. Send it when it's done. Not before.

Pieces are reviewed on a rolling basis. If something resonates, we'll reach out about where it might live in an upcoming season. Submission doesn't guarantee placement. It does guarantee we'll actually read it.

Right now — Season 1: Permission

She always carried that small voice with her. She just needed to listen.

Permission isn't a topic. It's a feeling. The one that arrives when a woman stops talking herself out of what she already knows. Every piece running this season should leave the reader one step closer to trusting the voice she's been quieting.

The followinG are open for submission:

• The Open —

  • She arrives. Still listening outward. Something is stirring but she has no language for it yet. — Her Table

    Her Table holds the practical architecture of building a life — but this piece lives at its very beginning, before the systems exist. Write the moment before she had words for what was happening. Specific scenes over general reflection. The vehicle is yours to choose.

• Her Own Language —

  • Her intuition gets louder, the signs get harder to ignore — Her Table

    What did it look like when you stopped overriding your own gut for whatever — or whoever — you'd been taught to trust instead?

• Inner Guidance —

  • Whatever her sacred text looks like, she starts listening to it — Blue Hour

    This piece is specifically about Human Design, faith, or astrology — the framework she turned to when she needed permission to trust herself. Blue Hour is the most unguarded desk, so this should be personal and interior, not instructional. We're not looking for an explainer on the system itself — we're looking for what it gave her permission to feel or do.

• The Close —

  • what she was searching for outside was always living inside her — Her Table

    The bookend to The Open. Whatever she built — a system, a practice, a business — by the end she realizes it was never really about the structure. It was about her. Momentum and architecture in the open, recognition underneath.

If you've lived something close to one of these, we want to hear about it. These have a real deadline, because they have a real place to land.

Send finished work to leanna@wellmanebeauty.com