I will not tiptoe in glass slippers when I was made to run with the Sword of Shan Yu.


October 26, 2018

I can't share the rest of my writing for today, but for now- here is how today's thoughts start:

My eyes are puffy and swollen because sometimes the days are long and the path is jagged. I keep trying to tell myself between falling tears that night al...

October 21, 2018

wide awake at 4 a.m. starting at the ceiling

marveling at its blank emptiness--long wide empty spaces

devoid of thought that swirl

while I count sheep leaping over moons one by one

comforted at the thought that I must be asleep 

before the counting ends


October 21, 2018

soul’s tangled tapestry twists and turns

wailing songs of suffering—smiling still

when waves of remembering whisper hauntedly

and secrets spread crookedly like shards of glass

beneath nails of protection embedded

they draw blood in the sand

skin unravels l...

October 21, 2018

Her name was Mary Turner

mother of two with a third on the way

when her husband was lynched

she publicly cried out

wailing aloud in an era

where she should have been silent

her outcry

would lead to her demise

A mother’s womb is the safest space—

eight months...

October 20, 2018

I didn’t know how much I needed to tell my story to someone who cared until I told my story to someone who cared. Brenda arranged everything, with my permission, of course. Brenda was the one who called the police after my assault in Honduras. Her hu...

October 18, 2018

“Be kind whenever possible. It is always possible.”

-Dalai Lama

It’s strange to me when I remember what sort of evening it was when it happened. The air was warm and safe and the moon was so bright that the night sky illuminated like fireflies.

When my...

October 16, 2018

Let’s talk about paid maternity leave. I’m wearing a two-week-old newborn that started daycare today. It is not uncommon for a mother to start her newborn in daycare at just two or three weeks old. A mother’s body isn’t even remotely healed that soon...

October 3, 2018

When I was in third grade I wrote a letter to Bill Clinton asking him to end abortion.  Today I spent seven hours in an abortion clinic. As a third grader, I accepted the conservative beliefs of my parents. As I grew in age, knowledge, and experience...

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