From Pleasing and Achieving to Reclaiming My Voice: The Feminine Journey.
This wasn’t the pleasing of my mother’s generation! It led me to believe I was thwarting the system, when in reality I had 'become' the system.
7 Common Ways in Which We Unconsciously Operate from Scarcity in Our Lives.
There isn’t enough (scarcity) to go around, so I have to submit to their authority, and someday I’ll be powerful enough that they will have to submit to me.
I Am Not a Sheep.
Each day I walk through the door I see my goofy face, with my big blue bow cocked to the side, before I ever knew I wasn’t destined to be a sheep.
I Sleep with a Photo of My Little One.
While I take responsibility for the events leading to that moment, that invasion is where I am stuck. Stuck because it led to my little baby without a dad.
Befriending the Land, My Earth Home.
I knew the land had heard me. I felt her reach out her giant arms and wrap me up inside of them. I heard her chanting, "Welcome back, welcome back.”
My Rapist Died This Morning.
My rape wasn’t the violent stranger rape that so many women are subjected to. I knew my rapist and I know I walked into that room with him.
Where We Are Going, Will There Be Grass? {poetry}
Whitman asked of us to “loaf and invite our souls”
to “observe a spear of grass” and did you?
Did you let your frame soak into the earth...?
None Can Know What Gets Lost and Found at the Crossroads.
We do know that to be alive is to age, and aging is inherently a losing proposition to which we must surrender, with grace or not.
Fear Prevents Us from Speaking Our Truth: Reflections During Pregnancy.
It’s... Fear, sitting in his dark corner with a smirk, twisting his mustache and rubbing his hands together, plotting our paralysis.
On Standards: Let’s Raise Them.
The standards we set in our personal lives, and for the larger world, should reflect our humanity, our worthiness, and who we are as people with inalienable rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. So, let’s raise them.