The Best Day of 2017
Though I felt big anxiety and a bit of dread going into it, the best day of 2017 was the Friday three weeks ago when I became an Amm...
Category: birth mother
The Pain and Necessity of Dissociation as a Trauma Response
It was 5 years ago around this time of November that I learned I was 17 weeks pregnant at 39 years old with my third child. I was devastated by the news because...
Because My Heart Walks Outside of My Body in a Dangerous World
Because I had to initiate myself as an artist through the blood, then and now. Because I am a woman who bleeds. Because I am a mother whose blood became life. B...
Stripped by Self Love
I am being stripped down to the essentials by acts of loving myself. A couple years ago I gave up my third child and full-time motherhood, my hometown community...
Ways of Healing: Sundays are Safe to be Sad Days
Sundays are my sad days, mad days, stretch and sing, write and read days. Sundays are solitude days, alone and lonely days. Sundays are expansive, grow my mind ...