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.
I had only published a handful controversial articles, but the ones I had published seemed to elicit such huge and negative responses that I wanted out.
I don't like to pray-- at least not the kind of prayer that involves a prayerbook. Maybe its too regimented. Maybe I’m not disciplined enough. Or maybe I just never learnt how to pray.
She is a bottomless top-shelf gimlet.
She is built of bloody bruised knuckles.
I’m talking directly to the tiny little you who lives inside of you.
This hunger is what is meant to keep our hearts beating.
A poetic interaction with sacred texts for Kol Nidre, created for Open Temple's service.
In the star-strewn field where we meet... Before the gates close... Hold me in a slow-dance ecstatic embrace.
Oh emoji, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love emoji for the same reason I love dance. It gives me a way to communicate when words fail me, which they do, often.
