I Carry All Their Stories In Me

My hands are his hands. They are the same shape as his and move like so – just like his did I marvel at the memory of this giant of a man, of this larger-than-life presence, of this proud and passionate man with these hands, these soft and gentle and determined hands. I carry him […]

A Gradual Release

In sixth grade, we had to create a “mousetrap vehicle.” As I remember, we were given very little instruction beyond the requirement that our creation was propelled solely by the snap of a mousetrap for a certain distance. In the days before YouTube, I still remember struggling at home with my parents, trying to figure […]

What Does My Emergence as a Woman Smell Like?

“What does your emergence as a woman taste like?” At The Embodied Woman conference last month, Tina Francis-Mutungu asked us this question which stumped me. Nothing came to mind when she asked, nor in the days and weeks after, but the question stayed with me. Then one morning last week, I realized I needed to tweak the […]

When I Claim All of My Space

I’m a big gal. I’ve always been. I’ve not always loved this body, so I settled for ignoring it. I stopped thinking about my body. I stopped looking at it, feeling it, moving it, seeing it. I stopped living in my body and just lived through it–mostly, because I had no choice. I couldn’t get […]

This is My Pledge of Resistance

There is a church by the river in my city. It was once a cathedral, but now it is just three stone walls at the far end of a cemetery. Fire claimed the hand-carved pews, the ornate stained glass windows and the heavy timber beams long before I was born. The façade stands as a […]