Dear God, And God was never mad. And God was never male. God was always love. And isn’t that something we all believed in once? … [Read more]
Dear God,
Postpartum Depression and a Hard Place
Sometimes you feel like one of those stone-men from a comic book or graphic novel. You try to take a step forward, but you feel your body is made of gargantuan rocks. You might as well be a jetty, shielding a harbor. You’re so heavy, it hurts … [Read more]
Between Storms
The birds were all a buzz, hunting in the breath between storms; fighting over something of worldly importance to them, like a Dorito. Bob paddled over from the other peak. Tried to take the first wave off me. I took off late, behind him, and he … [Read more]
Sounds Something like Confidence
Sometimes I wonder if my children will be so pretty someday they will look right through me. They are so happy to see me right now. Skip practically disembodies her skeletal structure when I open her bedroom door in the morning, reeking of permanent … [Read more]
Brave Mania
I’m beginning to wonder if maybe the story you want to tell isn’t the story you’re actually meant to tell. Like that girl who wrote about having sex with her husband every day for a year. Do you think she wanted her dad to read that? Her neighbor who … [Read more]
Missing Swell
Why do we want everything all the time? We want to be punk rock and gentle. Get attention and be left alone. Eat animals and save them. Have dreams and be present too. + I’ve missed a lot of swells since I’ve had kids. I make up for it … [Read more]
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