I cry into animal fur because of harsh words shared so many times about this topic in the darkest corners of my life, and because of my primal urge to push bone and flesh from the wildest part of my soul into the world. So you don't know the shocking grief of having had moments of deep longing, ...
It was only a few days later that I would see my mother for the last time, gasping for breath, hooked up to machines. My sister was there. And she had a friend with her, a co-worker who neither I nor my mother had ever met. As I sat bedside with my mother, holding her hand, this stranger tells ...
Vaginas depicted in the art world don’t fare any better. What’s worse is that much of the disapproval comes from women. Go to any comments section, on any article covering vaginal art, and you’ll find a stream of women making statements such as "That’s disgusting!"
Through these experiences as a woman, a few things became very clear to me. The first realization was that fear hinders birth. When a woman is scared or frightened, she isn’t going to labor or birth in an optimal way. Her labor may be prolonged, disjointed or halted entirely.
My plea, to my sisters of all phases on this lifetimes-long lunar web: Don't pretend not to see me... even when I'm losing it in the park at my kid, or mine is the child throwing a tantrum at the grocery store. Don't imagine, just because in this moment you shine, that you won't have to face an ...
We need people who crave action and engagement, and people who crave solitude and contemplation. There is honor and dignity in both. There is so much we can learn from each other. So if I tell you to forgive me for only having words to offer you in times of grief, if I only have a poem to give ...