Hate is Easy

Hate is easy and Love is hard. Love is transformative. It demands that we be uncomfortable because change can hurt. It asks for growth and understanding. Love takes p a t i e n c e and a willingness to listen, when we would rather speak. Love means practicing Forgiveness when all we want is …

Weekly Wisdom – Brene Brown, Brave, and Trust

I am issuing myself a personal challenge. Every week, I would like to share a bit of wisdom that I come across and how I've seen that wisdom enacted in my own life, or how I'd like to incorporate it going forward. Today's message is from Brene Brown (I know we'll be seeing a lot …

Storyteller

I am a storyteller. The little old witch in the woods. I believe in the warmth of wood and green growing things. I find the threads of my stories in the restless spots of sunlight that fill my front yard and the grit of baked earth beneath my bare feet. I light candles at the …

Body Talk

Hey little fat roll Yes, you the one that rides just below my waist and just above my hips. Hi there. I'm always trying to make you disappear, Like the magic trick at a kid's party. I have squished you, covered you, starved you And yet no matter how the rest of me vanished around …

Rebel Rose

Rebel Rose is a badass motherfucker. She don't take shit from any man,or any woman, or any person, for that matter. Rebel Rose believes in inclusivity. Rebel Rose doesn't have to prove anything to anybody. Her everything is contrary. Her walk is aggressive, her posture, a challenge; the iridescent shimmer of her neon cotton panties, …

little feral girl

Crayola face paint Smeared across dirty cheek bones, Angular chin jutting up and out with defiance. No taller than the shin bone of the woman you'll become, You are precious in your ferocity. Ragged brown bark hugging the bird bones of your arms and legs Knobby knees and elbows Scrapped and scabbed Grit, stained in …

Lost in the Feminine

My feminine is a river Wandering through dark caves And rushing through rocky hillsides She has borne witness and existed as muse. My feminine is vintage Childhood wonder and preparation for power. She is bigger than I, sometimes blocking out my stars until I realize she is the stars too. My feminine is an ancient, …

Mosquito Bites – Spike Warning, Abuse Narrative

What do I remember about my transition into womanhood? In many ways, I feel like I am still in transition. The vast majority of the time, I feel like a child - sexless, small, confused, looking to role models for guidance and support and validation.  Other times, I feel as ancient as a willow tree. …

Meditation on Color: Brown

Velveteen bears worn to threads after years of childhood and adulthood clutching; earthenware pots spilling chili peppers to the ground, and the rough twine that hangs the harvest to dry on back porches. The dress of the local bruja, known for the mystical powers of her one brown eye. Spearing bait onto the tiniest of …

Late night painting