Writing My Book Gave Me a Deeper Sense of Identity.
I left home at 19, and came back aged 27 with my own daughter. "You should be writing," Dad said. It was the dream that still eluded me.
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Joy Is A River: This Is What Happens When We Do Things From Our Soul.
This year has taught me one thing: In doing fewer things and sitting with nothingness and boredom, I’ve started hearing the murmurs of my soul.
The Alchemy of Writing.
Writing is healing. It allows us to stream out, pour out, fall-on-our-ass-out, stumble our scrawl, or weave into the fibers, our silken fluidity.
Living Through Fear Versus Fearless Living.
I’ve also realized that allowing myself to be vulnerable has made me stronger and more resilient to setbacks. So as fear grows, I grow too.
5 Things I’ve Learned About Writing.
This is why writing is so hard. It requires a fearlessness that many people don't want to touch. Writing challenges us to question everything.
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A Manifesto for All Women.
I am crying tears of gratefulness for social media platforms, events, and other women for showing me examples of what it means to be a woman.
Share Your Story: Surviving A Suicide Attempt.
Do you have a story to share about what life has been like after surviving a suicide attempt? Do you experience suicidal feelings and/or thoughts and would you like to share how it is to live through them? We would be honored to have your story as part of the project.
Love Letters: A Poem In 11 Parts. {prose poetry}
We were sitting in the student union, on those wood benches, heads bent over paper napkins with pictures drawn in dark pencil. Your hair was longer than mine, and my learned defiance was large as continents. And there were symbols sketched, that would become ink branded forever on skin, that ...
What Sitting Still Taught Me About Movement.
I learned that I don't always need my passport or backpack to grow. Books have been the maps that lead the way, while writing has replaced the overnight bus rides and dodgy boat trips. Ideas are the cities and towns that I now explore with childlike curiosity, and they colorfully dot my route, ...
Stretching Our Bodies To Create Space On The Page.
To be honest, my friend, I’ve been starting to feel a little lonely in Yoga. Everyone’s on their mat, pretending not to see each other. Fidgeting with their Manduka mat. Confined like yogis sitting on their mat-islands. Lonely but safe. Safe but lonely.
