When I was in third grade, I announced to my mom a new idea for a Halloween costume: “I want to be THE NIGHT.”
She paused and questioned: “Like a knight who fights?”
“NO,” I asserted. “THE NIGHT. That shines.”
Relieved, I imagine, that her flower child did not want…
I’m not sure I’m ready to unify with everyone right now. There are just some things I cannot reckon with.
A call to unite naturally shines light on division. As the divide grows, certain stories seem to be treated as more equal than others. We, human beings, are made of…
The first taste of ideological unity I experienced in 2020 was not online. It was not on TV. It was at a quiet place — a local farm near where I live in Pennsylvania.
When I picked up seedlings there last May, I felt overwhelmed with peace. We were not…
To old tongues
Languages of greed and grim fortune,
Of selfish desires taken so eloquently
To words long lasting, out lasting earthly wisdom.
As church leaves its people
Destitute, forlorn, wishing they had left first
A relationship committed to zealous certainty.
When love is lost
It is found purely
When I was married to a narcissist, some friends would question my judge of character. Some mocked and chastised me in my own home. “You married too young,” one said. “We told you so,” another whispered. Two others gathered in the kitchen late at night, making plans, while I lingered…
In Part One, we explored the intersection of real social justice, politics, and narcissistic abuse. We dove deeply into the grief and the anger. I also shared how I overcame my fear of getting canceled and how my mother inspires me to live freely by dancing like no one’s watching.
“There will be, in the next generation or so, a pharmacological method of making people love their servitude, and producing dictatorship without tears, so to speak, producing a kind of painless concentration camp for entire societies, so that people will in fact have their liberties taken away from them, but…
Planets aligning in celebration
For what on earth could they be?
Our ceilings shattering, our floors crumbling
Lost, veiled illusions spinning for too long on the rings of Saturn.
Artists know the difference between illusion and truth.
We are all artists in The New Age
Where the word “all” is met with…
“There are years that ask questions and years that answer.” — Zora Neale Hurston
Collectively, we are in an elusive in-between place. We are facing unknowns by fixating on apparent certainties. We are recovering. We are exploring shadows and finding true light. I feel, with all my being, that we…
The most polarizing position you can take these days is uninhibited love.
When June hit, it was you who took me in for who I am. It was you who loved me unconditionally. It was you who welcomed my questions. You accepted me fully as a complicated, conflicted halfie. …