If you are trapped by this good girl ideal, know that she is not a real woman, but a caged hound. Know there is a way to be free, to reclaim who you are.
The torrential downpour pelted the side of the two-story house, bending many a sturdy tree until even some of the bark had been stripped off. The father and daughter were each ensconced in their own part of the house, they didn’t see each other for the better part of three days. They ...
In every generation, there are the women who hear the call... for embodiment. Dance. Movement. Wisdom embodied in flesh and bone, marrow and womb.