My father would never come back. I never got to say goodbye. Was it all my fault?
And why should I? I’m only 37. My oldest child is only eight. I have so much to learn, and sense that even if I’m fortunate enough to gain wisdom, there will always be so much more that I do not know.
Elizabeth revisits the literary thinkers she encountered at age sixteen. And aren't we all searching for wisdom?
Rachel's new RHPFF award-nominated poetry & dance video.
Life has always been brutal and unfair, and we have always survived and even thrived. That won't change now.
The sacred excavation of helixed antiquity and brand-newness.
Womanhood, and my struggle to contend with its many definitions and impressions on my life. Honest reflections on girlhood and growth, and the revolution of the sacred feminine.