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The Incomparable Pain of Losing a Parent as an Adult.

I get it why it’s so sad and horrible to lose your parent as an adult. It’s because they were there to experience it all. Your parent, the person who has known you the longest, was there for every milestone you ever had. Sometimes in life one fully doesn’t grasp something until one experiences ...

world

I Won’t Bow Down to the Despair in This World.

We are the mothers of every single un-housed soul in the Middle East, floating on less-than-seaworthy vessels towards a new frontier. May they find welcome, may they find shelter, and may they find work. May we each be the welcome they seek. We are the mothers of children who will live with the ...

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.

feminism

The Wild Mother Rides the Seven-Headed Beast: A Prophecy for the End of Days.

Every night, the silver moon would shine on more tired faces come to join us in our aimless pilgrimage; young mothers brought their babes, grey-haired elders brought their sage wisdom, awakened men brought their fierce support, and they all had packed the Holy Wild in their knapsacks.

you & me

Caring for Your Creative: Curiosity and a Question.

What have you identified as or with for so long that you have worn yourself silly? I have tugged up Yoga tops, closed the collars of shirts, and only ever worn bathing suits that cover my chest -- except on the rare occasions when I am with my women friends or sisters with whom I swim naked or ...

poetry

She Wishes for Things. {poetry}

And she wishes to mother her babies again, so delicious they were, and their scent, the way they smelled, like innocence, with her cheek up against, their silky, smooth cheeks so to breathe them in, to feel a tiny, flailing fist against her skin, and little eyes looking up, to feel them ...

troublemakers

Lament of a Jezebel in June: Dark Night of the Painted Woman.

She pulled a ring off Her finger and tossed it in my direction. "I am wicked in their eyes because I have an opinion. I am unclean because I will not bow to the will of men, and I am a sinner because their god is not my god."

wisdom

Child-Led Towards Liberation.

My son is nearing his third birthday... I watch my child sleep -- still in my arms, still at my breast -- and I question my behavior in the day that passed. Did I offer enough attention, affection and healthy stimulation? Would he be better off in preschool or if I'd sleep-trained at six months ...

you & me

Thank You, Pain, For Teaching Me Your Language.

One day, I shared the Sanskrit prayer 'Om Namo Bhagavate Vasudevaya' with her. She asked me to rewrite it for her every time I visited her in the nursing home. She would call me and ask me to spell it out for her again several times a month. I use this mantra everyday. I am grateful that it was ...

world

A Birthing Day Reminiscence.

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 ...

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