My Mother Is Not a Feminist.
What my sisters and I take ownership for, our own happiness, my mother didn’t. Not in the same way. Not in a radical way. She distracted herself.
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I Feel the Comfort of Fear and the Zing of Power.
I can dress my choices and actions up as pure and unsullied, but when I allow them to touch the full spectrum of me, they feel stronger.
Missile, No Missile, and What Happened in Between.
Moments just arrive, or collide, with the last thought, the last action. Bird food/imminent death. Dog barking/missile attack. The expected/the unthinkable.
Allowing Joy to Pierce Your Heart: Lessons On Coming Undone for New Growth.
I tried several times to create a new identity and put myself and my offering out into the world. It would launch quite well, and then gradually fizzle out.
Why I Recommend Going Crazy.
I went crazy the day I decided not to live life like everyone else. I went crazy the day I decided what everyone said I was supposed to have was not what I wanted, it was not enough.
My Vows If I Get Married Again.
It isn’t necessarily marriage itself, but rather the impossible expectations that are placed on marriage that so often make it fail.
Freeing My Inner Weirdo.
I've spent my whole life building an infrastructure that allowed me to fit in and be acknowledged by the world in some weird way. But at what cost?
I Cordially Invite You to Celebrate the Non-Traditional Woman.
As an independent woman with no intention of having a husband or sex trophies, I celebrate the wanderers and the warriors -- the women who charge into life as if it were a battle. I honor the women who belong to no one and live life for themselves, creating their own happiness along the way.
Learning to Love ‘Love’: Why It’s Not Always That Easy.
We are programmed to crave chaos, pain, intensity. Many of us struggle with getting to the point of attracting love or really wanting it, because the other stuff is so damn addicting. We can blame the past. Stuff like sexual abuse, divorce, and a range of other losses we experience as kids, ...
Bang the Drum: Elegy for the Grieving. {poetry}
Bang the drum for our sons and daughters, for husbands and wives, mothers and friends.
Shout death’s name to a clueless world. Bang the drum loudly!
Love in grief has a powerful rhythm. Bang the drum with courage and strength!
Bang it loud filled with compassion! Bang the drum proudly!