Fractured Open
These last five days have been humbling, quieting, and revealing. I am often hesitant to publicly share about experiences like this because I get trapped by the Not-Enoughness Police.
Read More...These last five days have been humbling, quieting, and revealing. I am often hesitant to publicly share about experiences like this because I get trapped by the Not-Enoughness Police.
Read More...Baring It All Shameless. You’re shameless. Good girls? Don’t do that. You were asking for it. You don’t deserve that. You’re not worth it. STOP talking. …. This is for my sister, my mother, my female professor For the … Continued
Read More...Her fingers are trembling. It’s so subtle it might even have gone unnoticed. Yet though nearly imperceptible, her own body has given her up. She is shaking.
Read More...Last Friday I played a game of Craigslist Curb Alert: Announcing: one smallish but smiling, Free Maelyn. Stranded on the street…
Read More...Here we go again. Deep breath. Truth be told, my current deep breath capacity is shallow at best. Last night I found too late, my physical edge.
Read More...I’m not the same person I was a week ago. On a physical, karmic, and seismic scale. Magnitude 9.0 Life is in session. I feel deeply shaken. Torn open. (Uncomfortably) unsure. And treading, cautiously tip-toeing beside newly unearthed fault … Continued
Read More...I knew him-not well. Maybe never again…
Read More...Quietly we embrace. There are tears in his eyes and the moment is bittersweet. Touched by his emotion, I feel a lump in my throat. I hadn’t expected this to be a farewell
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