reframing femininity
I have always wanted to travel the world. When I was younger, I had the chance to visit a few places in the United States, and just dip my toe in the beauty of Canada. In high school, my parents took me to Puerto Rico to visit some family and also introduce me to “The…
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For Lora Once it grew here. Among the things that thrive Green with spring, alive Rooted Reaching fruited limbs on high, To praise a blazing Son.
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Wherever I am That is my place I belong and bring goodness and life to the space I don’t have to ask For permission to be I can step up and show up with all that is me To exit or enter Each is my choice I also determine the use of my voice I…
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Find inside of you a maze As strong as it can be It’s quite a strange mysterious Place For it’s a part of thee. When painting a space for rest And finding your beginning tree First weave out of splintered leaves a nest For your sacred Place to be. Just take a breath and blow…
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Time. The word ticks and tocks loudly in my mind as I look back on my 32 years. I can see the chances I wasted from fear-based reasoning and opportunities never given despite my best intentions. I mourn the talents that never blossomed into full potential and the dreams I squashed because of other’s preconceived…
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“It took me quite a long time to develop a voice, and now that I have it, I am not going to be silent.” Madeleine Albright Asking me to choose a favorite moment in Pride and Prejudice is a bit like asking me to choose my favorite dessert. They are all so delicious; how can…
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Block by Linda Pastan I place one word slowly in front of the other, like learning to walk again after an illness.
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In space, alone, I know You. In the openness of thought, I find You. Beginnings of meaning arise and float,
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Before time, before my father met my mother, God knew me, And knew the story to be. He wrote pages I had not yet seen, ones that would change everything.
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As summer nears, my anticipation grows. These are the months I nurse my addiction to books, indulging my list and pairing sun and hammocks with words.
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