Waves
I dream her every night. So far, they haven’t been dreams of comfort, but dreams of discontent. Perhaps it’s my own body, my own soul, fighting against what has been made true by life and death, by the limits of our corporeal selves.
The Great Reset
It’s ironic, I think, that I was bragging about the robustness of my blood as the nurse inserted the IV. “I’ve got great veins,” I said. “And I’m a universal donor. Nurses love me.” But my blood didn’t really love me. Not at that moment. I’d been sent to the ER after multiple blood pressure […]
Smaller
I am cleaning out my closets again to go smaller, smaller. I want an uncomplicated life, something more manageable. Minimalistic. I don’t need things. I don’t need space. I want to be unencumbered. Part of that purging requires me to try things on. But I don’t want to try things on. As I’m making my […]
#WhyIDidntReport
When I reported my rape at age 21, two weeks after–in a cold, sterile, eerily quiet room; with the smell of him still, forever, in my nose; after my concerned sorority sister called my mom to tell her; and after all the viable evidence had been scrubbed away repeatedly, obsessively in scalding showers–the male police […]
Clarity in the Silence
In her “Misfit’s Manifesto,” the brilliant Lidia Yuknavitch states, “I am not the story you made of me.” Narratives are interesting. A different lens, an alternative look, and the story goes in a totally different direction. New eyes, an added perspective, another firsthand account. No story line is ever set in stone. When I was […]
In the Quiet Spaces
some people when they hear your story. contract. others upon hearing your story, expand. and this is how you know ~ Nayyirah Waheed It’s been over seven months since I came out. Long enough to cry a few tears. Long enough to laugh with inhibition. Long enough to learn a lesson or two. Long enough […]
It’s Not You, It’s Me
I just got dumped. It’s not exactly what you might think. But it feels close.
My No-Trump Vote
There is no room in our White House for a misogynistic bully who degrades and shames and destroys women and who, by example, makes it acceptable for others to do the same.
46
I’m sliding gently into 46 today with coffee and contemplation. My birthday is a time in which I find myself reflective, introspective, even a bit melancholy. Don’t get me wrong… aging doesn’t concern me. I’m learning to love myself and my life a little more every day. It’s the wisdom and perspective that comes with […]
Face to the Sun
I let go today. It had become a toxic relationship, this one, serving neither of us. So after twenty-four grueling hours of angry words and misunderstandings and unfounded accusations, I kissed it goodbye, wished it well, and released it. After I deleted all the text messages, stopped reading the empty promises, the declarations of forever… […]