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Dear Dad: An Open Letter.

You’ve always been the ultimate practical joker… waiting in a dark bedroom with one of your dinner plate-sized hands over the light switch... hiding behind doors and scaring the shit out of us... banging your hand on the side of any vehicle, making us think we'd backed into something... driving ...

wellness

Rescuing My Daughter from My Mother Wound.

For those of us who have to 'drive' and contain a lot in our lives, it can be a sweet spot when someone else drives for a bit. Sometimes the sweet moments in life when we feel supported can counter feelings of isolation and allow some of the related fear and hurt to bubble up.

you & me

Mother’s Day For The Motherless.

Today I bow with deep heart-spilling-over thanks to my sisters who mother me. The women, who -- like me -- have no mamas to turn to. The women who hold me up when I need to be held, who listen completely when I need to be witnessed... the women who know how to nurture this motherless mother, ...

you & me

Dear Mummsy: An Open Letter.

I love that even though you are a fiercely independent, anti-establishment, let’s face it... feminist (of course, you wouldn’t call yourself this because it would mean conforming to a social cliché), you also bake awesome scones, knit socks, sew frocks, grow your own veggies, and have a pantry ...

poetry

Mirror, Mirror Under The Rainbow. {poetry}

All the years of my life I’ve been with myself, not even knowing the fat and bones of my own thighs as I know the design of a recently purchased rug, just where in the kitchen drawer to grab for a spoon, and the creases in my daughter's new snowy skin. How does she, so soon in living, already ...

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Rite Of The Dead Biker’s Daughter: Remembrance Magick For The Outlaw.

Today, on your birthday, I will drink Jack Daniels, and pour one out for you, Daddy. I will light my skull candles, and blast Steve Earle. I will weep not for your absence but to honor your legend, and I will slur stories of my outlaw-patriarch to anyone who will listen.

you & me

A Mother’s Heart. {poetry}

It is my hope that my daughter and I will continue to live in the present and choose love over resentment. This poem, Mother’s Heart, was written for my daughter, whom I love with every drop of my being.

you & me

As The Blood Dries On Our Birthing Bed: A Rage-Filled Prayer For Imbolc.

On this Imbolc night, the flames of all the Candlemas altars are dim in comparison to the bonfire tearing through my so-tired heart. I pray now not to Mother Brighid but to you, Woman, as you lie breathless beside me in your own recovery. Do not fall asleep.

poetry

I Will Raise My Daughter To Be A Goddess, Not A Doormat. {poetry}

I will teach my daughter to have faith in many things. Let her know that God is not a requirement. I will teach her that the gender of whom she loves is up to her, And that she decides whom she spends her life with.

world

Dancing In The Graveyard: A Christmas Miracle.

And now I can finally cry Why. I shout it now. Weeping and shouting and pleading and ripping grass from the earth. Why. And I can’t remember it all; my mind doesn’t grant me the memories, but my body aches with that familiar longing for something pure. To be loved in a pure way that a daughter ...

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