I used to walk on the edges of stairs, until I fell enough times to learn to walk differently. The last time I walked that way I lost a baby in my womb. There are things that happen that make a soul remember. This is a letter to those of you who recognize that there are some things that also need to be forgotten, unlearned, rewired, transformed—it will look and.. Read More
I haven’t been able to write very easily lately. I’ve been distracted by many voices, been lost in love, swimming in the deeps of important conversations, heightened emotions. That’s to say nothing about continued life transitions. Through it all though I’ve had this short love letter forming inside of me. I want to write to all you rebels against society’s apathy and stagnant wastelands, to those of you who won’t.. Read More