We post baby bumps to show progress, but how can we depict the emotional curve of pregnancy? My belly is not the only part of me that’s growing. My perception and awareness are having to expand — just like my uterus. Just like my thighs. Just like my hips.
Part sci-fi, part reimagining history, author Claire Eliza Bartlett shines light on how female empowerment and friendship coexist with the horrible disasters of war in her novel, We Rule the Night. Inspired by the Night Witches, female Soviet fighter pilots during WWII, the story focuses on Linne and Revna who become unlikely friends and soldiers.
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world.”
i don’t write in here because life is busy and i crave the quiet. a solid excuse, as excuses go. but, with Toni Morrison passing and America in an all-out spiritual civil war, I must. Toni said, “It has to be both: beautiful & political at the same time. I’m not interested in art that is… Continue reading A Call to Art: Is Art Enough to Save Us?
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Any astrology buffs in here? I was experiencing a couple of emotionally frustrating days, so I decided to check out some things in The Stars. Mercury turned direct again, but it’s still in a shadow period where its energies are kind of clicking back into gear, sometimes with a few scary screeches. An article I… Continue reading 29th Degree in Astrology + Saturn Return
Instagram tells me that Glennon is visiting Alaska with Abby and her two kids. And Oprah.
12 days until I get married, and I’m crying like there’s been a death. I guess there has been — a month ago, a close friend: the mother of two people I care about so deeply, who feel like family from another life. Many lives. It’s all tied together — the joy of creating the new with the… Continue reading confessions from an almost-married woman.
How much of writing is re-writing? How much of living is re-living? I sip my coffee. I remember the voice inside of me croaking out; she’s hoarse; she’s deep; she’s poised. I remember shouting for someone to love me. Men. All of them. Love me. I remember this voice changing. Going dark for boys with… Continue reading Your Writing Voice
The most radical thing we can do is love one another despite our differences.
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