I am thankful for the women Who stand up in courtrooms Who march in the streets Who do not accept forceful advances I am thankful for the women Who do not use their bodies as products For sale I am thankful to put down slut shaming, An ancient form of self policing and self governing …
This house we built With no bad touches And full bellies, Lights that are on Water that is running: May not be enough. A warm embrace, Nourishing meals together, Lights intended for bedtime stories, Cozy bubble baths: a good start. My own wellness, Food consciousness, Light that intentionally casts shadows Weeping alone in the tub: …
Each crack you chiseled into my foundation The waters of this love have touched And there is no going back now Take back your piecemeal attempts at parenting and marriage, The table upon which I feast is plentiful You are welcome here and I need you to know: Your projections did not break me Your …
I’m hooked on my local co-op’s farm box! This week we had a giant bag of cherry tomatoes and Brandi, the generous founder of the co-op, gave me some of her personal burrata to try. Okay, I’m part Italian but I had never even heard of burrata before. It’s this delicious, creamy cheese made from …
Technology and social media isn’t all that bad when your family is spread out across the country. A couple of years ago we created a giant family group on Snapchat to keep in touch. There are 10 cousins, half of which have their own kids, and a few of aunts scattered around. Over time I …
Despondence My failures: Perceived losses. My perception is skewed. Is it? Does Mother Earth cry As her forests burn to ash? Does she weep at the sight of her people drowning in her floods? I don’t know. I don’t know.
Just finished whipping up some potater salad for the weekend. My favorite Friday activity is CWP – that’s Cooking While Podcasting in case you didn’t know! I wasn’t raised on potato salad, so here’s my first go at it. I used red potatoes and scallions from my local co-op box! UPDATE (5 days later): this …
This poem came to me while reading Heart and Mind by Alexander Shaia. As I settled in to the words I began to weep. Words are powerful that way. When they hit you at the right moment, just when you are ready to receive them, your heart expands. That is what this poem did for me. …
How does the oak tree with deep roots grow? Upward. My life has been a series of goodbyes. When I think of the word “adventure” I think of something out there. Something far away. Somewhere new, something fresh. Sunshine, the coast, sand, mountains, rolling green hills. I discovered that an oak tree, standing tall and …
My depression isn’t what you think depression looks like. A WebMD Symptom checker tells me that I suffer from depression and anxiety, but my ability to accomplish tasks does not. My depression gets up in the morning, goes to work, calls friends, and posts on Facebook. My depression is able to cook, clean, and smile. …