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”

Things already broken

“The first kind of woman? To deal with the fear, the loss of control – well, she sets about breaking things, herself. Before anything can break around her. She does the breaking, so that she is never, ever let down again. She builds a life around broken parts. The other kind? Well she looks for things already broken.Continue reading “Things already broken”

The Memory of Stars written …

Eidyia’s note: It has been nearly two years since I started blogging here at body, remember and as I (triumphantly!) posted a few weeks back, I’ve now finished the story I began 22 months ago. I have been in an endless cycle of edits and re-writes since the moment I (symbolically) typed – The End –Continue reading “The Memory of Stars written …”