There was a time when sitting and feeding a baby and rocking and rocking and rocking felt like an offering to the gods of…
There was a time when sitting and feeding a baby and rocking and rocking and rocking felt like an offering to the gods of…
I went to my first post-op appointment and saw the inside of my body.
They’d taken pictures of my ruptured fallopian tube, of my ovary,…
I grew up in a household where my parents were the authority. Whether it was reality or not, my perspective as a child was…
I hope you know that your identity is not being held captive anywhere besides where you are now. You cannot externally source it from…
Contained here are expressions from recent years, as well as some old and beloved posts from my retired blog, The Daybook. This is my art gallery, my stories of the present and past, and by entering here you agree to discern for yourself what is for you. :)