Amazon, Amazon, Where Art Thou?…

I don’t know why Amazon can’t find me.  The Baptists can.  Jehovah Witnesses can.  They don’t even know my name, yet they find my door. The Baptists were here today, knocking on the front door, six rounds like automatic weapons, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, all in quick succession, two young women, one with…

Roots, Rootlessness…….

I recently moved to the Pacific Northwest from California.  I’m bi-coastal, truly; a native Californian raised in New York, moving comes naturally to me.  Change.  Radical upheaval.  My father was a Navy man. We never lived in a community where we had roots so I was rootless as a child, then an adult, wandering everywhere…

Enough

How many of us are raised to believe we are not enough?  Taught by someone else’s repetitive actions that their judgment of us matters more than our own feelings and desires, taught that we are inferior, weaker, that we fail their expectations, that we are not worthy of their standards.  Their standards are born out of…

Body as Record Keeper – Part two

Part Two…. Women’s bodies, in particular, are an accumulation of not only our own stories but those belonging to the people around us.  It doesn’t mean we are slaves to our stories but if we are smart, if we love ourselves enough, we will investigate the stories we have always believed to be the truth,…