Crown
The jewels you crown me with have always formed mouths. There is no time in my memory when they did not. They spew out the words you taught them, so as they sit upon my head, they repeat your voice in my skull. They remind me why they are there….
A Small Group
In Portland, Oregon, my family sent me to a women’s small group. Depression’s hooks sank into me then. It accompanied me as a shadow, stalking my steps, grabbing at my ankles as I stumbled down the sidewalk. The small group leader’s house sat in the middle of a well-off neighborhood….
Happiness
1.14.21 There is a certain freedom in taking a breath. I do not always feel as if I inhale. The weight against my ribs can bear down upon me with such heaviness that my lungs seem only to gasp, to struggle, to choke. It limits oxygen to my mind,…
Sorlina
Once upon a time, we painted a treehouse. Together, in the backyard, we climbed up to it and wrote down magic spells, used fake names, and designed ourselves to be Purple Princesses. You had to convince me of this fact, as I was opposed to all things feminine, but once…
The Woolf Of Purity
“As long as she thinks of a man, nobody objects to a woman thinking.” Virginia Woolf – Orlando On January 25th, I am reminded of my favorite author’s birthday. On this day, a woman was born who would write and experiment and live as fully as she could. Her…