Duende: My Father’s Last Breath. {poetry}
Though generally the word has a modern context of a person’s unspoken charm or passion, and indeed, my father had those qualities, Lorca’s meaning applied to me.
Browsing Tag:
daughter
Seeing Mom Through the Eyes of My Daughter.
In shock, I glanced at her and took a sip of my wine. “Thank you for apologizing, Mom. But I’ve already forgiven you.” And it was true. I had forgiven her.
Enantiodromia: Eyes of the Enemy Within.
I have been challenged, and instead of meeting the gaze of my challenger with understanding, the tyrant gazes out from my eyes.
I Choose My Daughter Over My Parents and Their God.
I love my parents, but I don't like them. I don't respect them. I don't trust them.This is not about anger. I am angry, but that is secondary.
I Wonder If My Parents Are Proud of Their Daughter.
My parents had planned on getting an abortion with my little sister because she was the third daughter conceived and my grandparents grieved over this.
December Harbor: When Life Felt Navigable Again.
That December, the stark Northern landscape offered a visceral draw for me... I was enticed by its barrenness... It felt comforting -- simple, spacious.
21: They Called You a Hero. {poetry}
The rubble was all around me, I caught my breath as the dust settled, waving the white flag of surrender
Your status of soldier didn't make you a hero
What I Want Is to Fly Without Fear.
I want my girl to remember what it feels like to fly through the air off that rope swing into the lake, and her squeals of uncensored delight.
The Freedom of Our Daughters. {poetry}
We must teach our daughters to know their voice.
We must teach them what it feels like to be intimidated and still stand their ground.
Silence, Depth, and Desire: Noticing the Contrasts in Things.
I realized this is what I love most... tuning into the tucked-away things that are actually often the most real things in the room.