Category feminism
Why I’m Still Talking About Abortion
I remember when I first learned of American slavery. I was just a child, but I prayed that if ever an injustice such as that were again legalized in my lifetime and in my country that I would be among those who had the wisdom to see its criminality, and the courage to speak against […]
On Family: From the Girl Who Didn’t Want One
I met my husband at 20. Ironically I was concurrently terrified of marriage. At the time, I saw marriage and family as a gateway to an isolated, consumeristic, and vapid life. It looked to me to be severely limiting and, in contrast to the life I was leading, profoundly unfulfilling. I was a senior in […]
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 […]
Oceans Never Fill 