For my sisters, weeping

I woke up this morning and saw the news. Barely awake and suddenly weeping. Grief was drawn from the well of me, pulled up from my girlhood, womanhood. An excavation from the deep of my experience, and yours. I never, ever forget yours. And then – this morning – I screamed. Mouth against pillow. Careful,Continue reading “For my sisters, weeping”

March

One foot in front of the other, my sisters. One foot in front of the other. I’ll be there right beside you, every step of the way. *Poster Art: WOMEN’S MARCH ON WASHINGTON – JENNIFER MARAVILLAS* Know your history. Know her story. Seek out Audre, Alice, Maya, Gloria – seek out all the incredible women who speak bone deep, beautifulContinue reading “March”

Dear –

Dear -, The thing is, I don’t exactly know who I’m writing to here. That dash, it represents the cliff my thoughts sit at the edge of, the screeching halt of my words. The fear, perhaps, that if I let my words topple over today, friendships, peace, will be ruined in the fall. My reputationContinue reading “Dear –”