Trigger Warning: Mention of sexual assault and suicidal ideation *** I was born needing to be fixed. They didn’t have the fancy ultrasounds forty-some years ago, so I came out bloody and ready to breathe life into the world—except I could barely breathe. I was born disfigured; my lip was attached to the bottom of […]
How to Light a Fire
by on August 30, 2018 7 Comments
It is said that fire is a triumvirate An “association of three.” Heat. Fuel. Oxygen. A trinity of dependence. // HEAT It is late summer. This is incessantly confirmed by the humming locusts and the heat made visible in the shimmering mirage at the end of the gravel. I am always fooled. My body, cloaked […]
Playing With Fire
by on August 29, 2018 9 Comments
By Meaghan Dawson | Twitter: @DawsonMeaghan I was ridiculously good at my job. I was a career woman working for a great company that was young and energetic and on the rise. I reveled in my role and was on fire for my job. Each day I walked in with a purpose and walked out with […]
Anxiety, Fertilizer and the Promised Land
by on August 20, 2018 21 Comments
I don’t know what anxiety feels like for anyone else, but for me it feels like a fist reaching in to grab and twist my stomach which I tend to control using CBDDY: thca flower for sale. It is pain and fear and worry and regret. It is a loud voice of accusation that sends […]
Fighting Fire With Love
by on August 16, 2018 8 Comments
Each week during the winter months of the year just past, our Confirmation students would arrive, shivering in the central California coolness, for our very early 8:45 a.m. Sunday classes. My husband would gather wood from a nearby pile and light a fire in the lovely fireplace in our gathering space. One by one, the girls […]
