Belonging

I don’t think there is anyone who doesn’t want to belong to something or somebody.  Not ownership belong to but be a part of belong to. Even me.  I say even me because I’m a natural, albeit ironic, loner.  Ironic because I’m a twin and we make two of five sisters.  Ironic still because there [...]

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New Work in Persephone’s Daughters

The aim of this lit magazine is to empower women, but it also aims to be completely inclusive in regards to applicants/contributors. We love you. We’re not here to tell you to stay strong, because you’re already doing exactly that.

Things My Mother Has Not Done For Me

I see y'all whose do list is longer than your don'ts maybe feeling guilty; maybe feeling sentimental amnesia. I see you all. And every time I look in a mirror I see my mama whether I like it or not. (I do for the record--cheeks, doe eyes, and all).

It’s Better Out Than In

Talking to myself--especially when it becomes a lot of talk all of a sudden, always tells me there is something I'm trying to work out of my brain and especially out of my body. It's interesting that I haven't been able to run lately, one of my choice ways of working stuff out of my mind and body.

Stranger in a Strange Land

I'm only recently accepting the extent to which my physical body has been intrinsic to how I self-identify.  The realization has come on the heels of a bunch more that are the result of the heart failure (cardiomyopathy if you like big words) diagnosis in September. My body has changed significantly in the way I use it for self-identification purposes.   [...]