Inside the magazine
It's time for a magazine that celebrates life in all of its facets. It is time for a magazine that does not set impossible goals that further divide us, when we need each other the most.
There are no highly photoshopped portraits portraying unattainable beauty between the pages of The Village Magazine. There are no "quick fix" or shallow articles promising to change your life by answering these few simple questions. There are no articles convincing you that if you buy 'this' you'll be happy, further promote the "keeping up with the Jones's," mentality. There are no articles that make you feel guilty for not fitting into your pre-baby jeans. There is no gossip that feeds shaming.
What you WILL find in the pages of The Village Magazine is beautiful raw and real stories exclusively written by people from across the globe. You will find essays that will touch the deepest parts of your soul, nuturing healthy growth. You will find solace and strength from the wisdom selflessly shared within the pages.
The Village was created for you.
The Last Latch • Issue no.4 / Essay
You were eighteen months old and I remember thinking, “This is it. You are finally weaned.” It had been almost a month since you last nursed. I had been racking my brain to think of when that last time happened but I couldn’t pinpoint ‘the moment’. We had gone days and weeks and months doing the same routine...how could I not recall the last time? It had happened so slowly but at the same time, it felt like it had gone by in an instant.
Aging Gracefully • Issue no.2 / Essay
Learning how to age gracefully, as I learned then, was not just for “old people.” We all must wrestle and come to terms with the rapidity of time, the loss of one chapter even as we gain entrance to the next. I’d had my first encounter with this in my teens, so when I landed, at twenty five, self-possessed and self-confident as an actor on my first film set, I thought I’d pretty much conquered “the age thing.” The film was a Breakfast Club.
Scars • Issue no.1 / Essay
My body is so similar, yet so dissimilar from my body before Vincent. It’s more seasoned and a bit more weathered. It has more grit to it. It is no longer the unscathed, delicate and childlike body that it once was. It feels more complex and multifaceted. At the same time, it has more purpose than it used to. And although many of the new adjectives I use to describe my body don’t sound positive, they are real and they are valid.
To Be With The Dishes • Issue no.2 / Essay
If I could only teach you one thing, it would be to stay present. Stay here, my dear. Stay still. Stay love-laden, heavy, slow, sweet. Too often we float away, somehow, away from our hearts, into our heads. We mull, and sour, and worry, and resent. And it’s a waste of time, and a waste light, for when we strip away everything that kicks up the dust in our minds, the only thing left is this. Everything is happening now. And it’s beautiful, here. It’s hard, I know.