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

 

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...

September 29, 2018

Bravery shifts and swirls, shouts and whispers

but bravery is bravery—

be it trembling from a voice in a courtroom

or sobbing beneath the covers, feeling the feelings of

acknowledging for the first time, yes that was rape

Bravery shrinks and grows, stretc...

September 26, 2018

I feel like I am in a good enough place today. I wish things were easier, but I’m thankful that they are not as bad as they used to be. Yet I’m still learning to accept that I can handle whatever place I’m in and ride the waves until the storm passes...

September 25, 2018

I am going to tell you my story. And I don’t want to tell you my story anymore than Christine Ford wants to tell hers. If it were up to me, I would go to my grave with these secrets. But these secrets were never mine to torment, to haunt, to keep. So...

September 23, 2018

I used to tell stories for prizes as I slid into the

skin of a new girl, already in character awaiting my turn

I listened to the other stories in my round and remember a girl

named Miracle who set herself on fire

to see if she was real—

Miracle, her chara...

September 23, 2018

Rain falls--tapping like cold chatters that creep through my

windowpane as thoughts

slip off my body, soaked

in the absence of thought 

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erin

mommy, author, opera singer, daycare director, person

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