Enough for a Girl

I have 79.1 years promised to me, that’s the life expectancy they gave to girls born in 1996 like I was, which is longer than a mayfly gets, and a lot shorter than the life span of an Arctic whale, but enough for a girl, don’t you think. So many of those 79.1 years areContinue reading “Enough for a Girl”

Where the water wants to take you

She thinks of something she learned when she was very young, growing up on the edge of a wild, open ocean. When you get caught in a rip, you have no choice but to acquiesce, to go where the water wants to take you. The force of the rip will eventually dissipate, but only ifContinue reading “Where the water wants to take you”

The end is where we start from …

“You know something? Noah says. When a star dies, the dust and gases condense to form a nebula. Which is truly one of the most beautiful things you’ll ever see. But nebulae get even more interesting, because they can also signify regions where bright, new stars are formed. Stellar nurseries, they call them. Stardust then,Continue reading “The end is where we start from …”

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”

What We Have Left

The first time your heart shatters, you become one woman or another. The first can only ever love the broken after that. She sees damage as her canvas, and she spends the rest of her life trying to make it beautiful. Cobbling together the lost and fragmented, soothing their sadness and their grief. She createsContinue reading “What We Have Left”

The quiet rage of women

Someone organizes a candlelight vigil at the park. News of the intended gathering is shared on social media, and on the night, more than 3,000 people make their way south, down to the fields near the pier. Mostly New Yorkers, but some women come from other cities, from their own dark places, called forth toContinue reading “The quiet rage of women”

Safer in the end

Very few people are all bad. Hardly anybody at all really. Maybe an irredeemable handful who were born with their wires muddled, missing. But the rest of us are works in progress. Reacting to our environments, growing or shrinking according to whatever light gets shined on us. It’s no excuse. Cruelty and ignorance cannot alwaysContinue reading “Safer in the end”