archives, wisdom Befriending the Land, My Earth Home. I knew the land had heard me. I felt her reach out her giant arms and wrap me up inside of them. I heard her chanting, "Welcome back, welcome back.” Continue Reading
archives, you & me My Rapist Died This Morning. My rape wasn’t the violent stranger rape that so many women are subjected to. I knew my rapist and I know I walked into that room with him. Continue Reading
archives, poetry Where We Are Going, Will There Be Grass? {poetry} Whitman asked of us to “loaf and invite our souls” to “observe a spear of grass” and did you? Did you let your frame soak into the earth...? Continue Reading