Allow me to introduce myself - I'm a member of the Domestic Supply of Infants, Texas Class of '63. Exactly 59 years ago today my natural mother, who nurtured me in her womb for 9 months, crying every day over the impending loss of her baby, gave birth to me. And I was taken from… Continue reading Roe & the “Domestic Supply of Infants”
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Feral Eyes and Stillness
Here's a secret, from me to you. Sometimes, Something happens. A conflict. An argument. A situation. And it's just too much. There is a snap, Like a rubber band that's been Stretched far, far, Then suddenly released. Everything goes quiet in my mind. Silence fills me, And a preturnatural stillness. I feel feral, Like a… Continue reading Feral Eyes and Stillness
Solace in Amber
What once was, is, and always will be... The old woman lay on her bed of sheepskins in front of her hearth, a strand of amber beads cradled in her hand, others laying in front of her. She fingered the beads, one by one, slowly, lovingly. They were of all colors, from a deep, rich,… Continue reading Solace in Amber
Shattering Climate Change Denial
Sitting on my bed, I cried inconsolably. It was ugly crying, so violent I was gasping for breath, unable to stop my sobbing. Snot poured out of my nose and onto the pile of tissues beside me. I hadn't cried like this in... years? At least. Decades? Maybe. Probably. Maybe I can learn from this,… Continue reading Shattering Climate Change Denial
Finally Finding Family
I was told a pretty story, growing up. It went like this... I was given up for adoption at birth. My birth mother was 19, and already had a 3 year old boy. She was a navy brat, living with her parents. Her mother, my birth grandmother, was sick with vaguely described "women's issues." She… Continue reading Finally Finding Family
On Mourning
I was doing it wrong, and I knew it. It was one year ago today, my mom had just died, but I wasn't crying. "Something's wrong with me," I confided, oh so quietly, to those closest to me, a week later. They assured me there was no right way, no wrong way, to grieve. That… Continue reading On Mourning
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