Category feminism

We Are a Backwards Land

I am nine weeks pregnant. I recently had the privilege of watching that nine week person through ultrasound; I watched a tiny heart beat in quick time, in the grainy image I saw new life tucked cozily and safely within me. It’s miraculous, there hidden and quiet, life is within my body, developing rapidly. I am […]

Me Too

Me Too It was dark, and warm. I felt safe though I was vulnerable– naked. But someone took hold of my leg, and with urgency and violence pulled with no care for my anguish. I tried to retreat, but there was no place to go. I was trapped in a silent chamber that echoed back […]

Dear Daughter(s)

A bit of time (okay, months of time) has passed since I’ve written last. Having a newborn tends to slow things, and yet, somehow my days seem impossibly short as I watch this new person transform before my eyes. It’s my intention to be back in the swing of writing regularly again now that I’m […]

Womanhood: Choice, Chance, or Calling?

I’m a woman, obviously–or maybe not obviously, but I am. The question, “what is a woman?” has always mattered to me, yet never so much as it does right now. Now I have a daughter, an unborn female growing within me, dependent on me for life, and soon, greatly influenced by my worldview. The definition […]

The Gift of Humiliation

It’s been a month since my last post. The delay is partly due to other writing projects, but mostly it is because I’m nine-weeks pregnant, and all my energy has gone to housing a bean-sized person who is growing at a rapid and miraculous pace. This is my third pregnancy, and just as with the […]