Consolation Puppies
Amy Butcher & Martha Park
Amy Butcher
Amy Butcher is an award-winning essayist and author of Visiting Hours, a 2015 memoir that earned starred reviews and praise from the New York Times Sunday Review of Books, NPR, Kirkus Reviews, Glamour and others. Most recently, her work had been featured on National Public Radio and the BBC and published by Harper's, the New York Times 'Modern Love', the New York Times Sunday Review, the Washington Post and elsewhere. Her 2016 op-ed, 'Emoji Feminism', published in the New York Times Sunday Review, was cited by Google as the inspiration for eleven new professional female-empowered emojis, accepted by the Unicode Emoji Subcommittee in July 2016 and incorporated in January 2017 in all iOS software packaging internationally. She earned her MFA from the University of Iowa's Nonfiction Writing Program and is now a professor at Ohio Wesleyan University.
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Martha Park is a writer and illustrator from Memphis, Tennessee. She received an MFA from the Jackson Center for Creative Writing at Hollins University, and was the Philip Roth Writer-in-Residence at Bucknell University’s Stadler Center for Poetry. Her writing has appeared or is forthcoming in the Atlantic’s CityLab, Ecotone, Image, Gravy, the Common, Paper Darts, Terrain.org and elsewhere.
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