Poem and reflection on how Mrs. Rabbit embodies the Divine Mother.

Cycling through grief while pregnant during COVID-19.

Trusting the timing of baby due during a pandemic.

A poem about feeling infertile and reflection afterward.

An essay contemplating the links between body shame, fear of familial loss, and embodiment.

Reflections on the memorial of my mother’s death - including a poem, “Yellow Gloves.”

A poem about unspoken expectations, and resulting resentments, of how to celebrate a woman/mother/wife on Mother’s Day.

A poem about the dilemma of being caught between husband and father.

Contemplating how cancer has affected the lineage of women in my family.

The juxtaposition of surrender in an airplane with resistance in the bedroom.

A poem about being sure there’s one “right” path to marital healing and the disappointment when it ends.

Meditations about maternal breast wounding and the perspective we can gain from the questions a mammogram raises.

The question of where a woman’s inner voice begins…

“I have been on a journey to awaken my sexuality for a year by the calendar, but a lifetime by spirit. There is always more than one beginning, like there is always more than one truth.

Or perhaps there is no beginning, but an infinite loop of possible beginnings.”

A poem about the emerging feminine energy, or the Wild Feminine, within me. It circles the questions:

“What is a woman?  

and,

Where is mine?”

The story of why the white feather has become a symbol of my femininity.

“And so the white feather has become the symbol of my inner feminine—my inner woman, my Wild Woman, my La Loba, my girl-in-need-of-mother, my mother, me as mother, my female self. “

How something as simple as selecting a title can activate the suffocating aspects of my immature masculine energy.

“When I get overwhelmed, I focus on minutia. I become consumed with with figuring things out. I am convinced there is a right answer that will cause the least pain. My mind spins and spins and spins outcomes like cards of wool.”

How this blog came to be.

“My intention for this blog is to hold space for the voice of the emerging woman within me, for my sexuality, my truth. This woman, or feminine expression, has something to say, but she needs safety to say it—anonymity, blank journal pages of non-judgment, permission to speak without editing: a pen-named blog.”