Why I Call Myself A Writer

by Lydia Mikkael | twitter: @lydiamikkael | blog: thenakedbeing.com My bags were packed, the hotel was booked, and the childcare was in place. I had never done this before, and I was equal parts nervous and excited. Drawn by something I couldn’t quite articulate, I was attending my first writer’s conference. I’d long dreamed of […]

This Face is a Story

I’ve taken to staring at my face in the mirror each night. After I’ve gently washed it. After I’ve patted it dry and brushed my wet bangs off to one side I stare. At first, I did so halfway as if off handedly catching my reflection in a storefront. Unintentional. Removed. But then something would […]

I Want to Speak Out from a Place of Freedom

Releasing Toxic Souvenirs. I. Christian Union. It is early evening, and the September rain drizzles incessantly outside Room 231 in the Students’ Union building. The single-pane windows soon steam up as the room fills with students, the chatter increasing in volume as hugs are exchanged and holiday stories told. I sit toward the back, making […]

Who Will Pluck My Chin Hairs?

My mom and I once made a solemn vow: If either of us is ever in a coma, we promise to pluck one another’s chin hairs. My petite, five-foot-tall mom once grew out a single hair to see how long it would get. The coarse black hair spiraled below her chin until my brother and […]

Learning to Speak Again

“I heard you’re back at work. How’s that going for you?” “It’s been really great. But it’s just part-time.” *** “Goodness, your boys are busy. Do you have any other kids?” “Nope, just the two.” *** “I really loved the last essay you wrote. How often do you write?” “Just the one piece a month.” […]