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From Power to Power.

You see, it is not my mission to empower anybody. I cannot help but recognize that the word itself entails that power is being 'given' instead of revealed. I cannot give something that is already the very basis of who you -- who we -- are.

you & me

“You Intimidate Him” And Other Laughable Bullshit We Tell Ourselves.

He was not intimidated by you or 'too immature' or 'too busy' or 'not ready for commitment' (my absolute favorite), he just did not love you.

troublemakers

Don’t Buy the Snake Oil: When Patriarchy Masquerades as Tantra.

Drink this snake oil, and you will be fixed/enlightened/saved. Take this workshop, and you will be feminine enough to catch an awakened man.

you & me

Letting Go of the Addiction to Your Wound.

Jumping in bed with the wound won’t be great, but at least you won’t get your hopes up. At least you’ll be safe from the vulnerability of being in the game.

you & me

To the Writers Who Make Me Cry.

Do you write to remember -- or forget? Do you write to heal -- or hurt? Do you write to teach -- or learn? Do you write to inspire -- or destroy? Do you write for you -- or me? Because you make me cry. Every damn time. But you must have cried too. I know those words have that effect on me only ...

you & me

Love Will Always Be There, but Sometimes It Goes on a Holiday.

With my newfound perspective, and remembrance of how lonely and desolate life can be without our love, we bribe the kids with cups of tea and cartoons, and submerge ourselves in our love renewed. As it always will be. As it always has to be. As I will ever keep it. Untattered. Unbroken. Buoyed ...

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

Divine Connection and the Transcendence of Physical Union.

Do you remember that night of me telling you about the guy who died? Well, I was too ashamed to tell people what really happened. Obviously, my closest friends and family knew what he did to me, as it wasn't nice at all. In fact, it was quite evil, but everything happens for a reason, and ...

feminism

Invoking the Red Tent: A Vow to My Wounded Sex.

I feel a snake, uncoiling; an energy, unfolding. I see an earthen star forming the five points -- the rooted stakes -- of my hearth’s tent. I see it rise, solid and strong. Stoic, in a way, as it holds within its walls all of the mysteries, the atrocities, the stories and the epiphanies leading ...

poetry

What I Wanna Tell You When You Say ‘Get Over It’. {poetry}

You think I should just move on, or stop talking. I'm talking for all the children who don't have a voice. And all the babies who feel horrified at their own face, reflected back at them by parents who don't know how to love. And this is a prayer that every single abused child gets to have ...

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