When I was listening to the audiobook I knew I’d need the hard copy because these are stories I will read again and again with a pen; as if underlining consecrates ideas, like lighting a candle at church, so the words know I feel them. The first essay I re-read is Girl 6 because “Sure,…Read more Thick
Holy Matcha
“I met him when he was broken.” I said, referring to the day I met my husband in the park after he’d separated his shoulder on a trail. "That’s how we all meet each other.” he said. And then I had my first matcha latte made with peace, love, almond milk and understanding. It was…Read more Holy Matcha
Love Notes
His and Her morning meditations. His is pink. The place was crawling with people who were only thinking about themselves being seen, like a concert, which is ironic. You’ve come to see the band hoping they’ll see what a fan you are, like church. Where’s the music? Why doesn’t it work to just say to…Read more Love Notes
#bebrave
Confession. I am not a Brenè Brown devotee. I cringe when I hear her name and didn’t fully understand why until today. So many people, including Oprah, adore her. If Oprah likes her I should be more open to the experience, right? Turns out I have my own thoughts, perspectives, experiences and a clinical license…Read more #bebrave
Undone
Enduring the prick Pangs of bloody of accusation Point to life, death and ribbed cages Birthing hips For her pleasure I can't believe it's not better Than cook, clean, rinse, dry, curl, repeat Vile bile and the ironed John sheets Leaving the cleavage of hook, Line and sink her Go Fish Designer Vagina Blues Bedazzling…Read more Undone
Reporting Our Way to World Peace
Why Journalism Need a Therapist Journalism isn't dead, it's just going through a metamorphosis which looks and feels like dying from the inside out, kind of like therapy. For instance,"The irony was thick. Here was a veteran of the industry, a Harvard journalism lecturer no less, getting facts wrong in a book about “the fight…Read more Reporting Our Way to World Peace
Chapter Compost
"This preoccupation with surpassing the mother is apparent in women whose development hesitates or altogether ceases as they become obsessed with food. For who can bear this vision of the mother’s life, impoverished, sacrificed, depleted?”~Kim Chernin. Re-reading this book which I first devoured between the stacks on the library floor at college. Then, as now…Read more Chapter Compost
Cut
Don't bother flattering me with your Fancy font Full of holy smoke And deliberation About who did or didn't need A penal implant Sacred substitution For what? The cosmic garden Fertilized with human shit? Good Lord, Tired of being your whore Bleeding love from Slit wrists and I's Owe. Ewe. Mi. Bloodshot Dry The silent…Read more Cut
Betty Crocker-Ford
Check in, check out or check labels. If we're trying to lose weight, continue breathing and generally feel good, we shouldn’t eat the delicious, chemical conglomerations created by processed food corporations. This includes, but is not limited to: Anything on the entire 500 page menu at Cheesecake Factory, except steamed broccoli which no one wants…Read more Betty Crocker-Ford
Letter From a Private Room
~ The people here are sketchy so I won't address you directly in case this gets lost. I don't know what they've done to me but I feel like I'm being watched. Can't trust anyone these days which is partly how I ended up here. Honestly, if there'd been a bottom to begin with and…Read more Letter From a Private Room
Born in Providence 