Religion’s Womb

[Rough Draft] Religion’s Womb             At nine o’clock at night, I sat up shaking. Tears chocked my airways, blurred my vision, made my hands look unreal. My mind sat back, separated as I watched myself clutch my chest, hoping to find a way to clear my lungs, to breathe again….

The Beauty of Childbirth

The Beauty of Childbirth             At about one in the morning, December 4th, 1993, I was born. I was kicked out of my room in my mother’s stomach and forced into the hands of one of the doctors in the Sacred Heart hospital in Spokane, Washington. I’m grateful they didn’t…