On Miscarriage
By the time I had written the thank-you cards to our wedding guests, I was pregnant. Then my womb was empty again.
Sovereignty
Sovereignty is the outcome of placement as practice. It is a state of ease and grace — power without force. It is regulation and instruction through signal. When you move through the world, people feel you before you speak. Rooms shift. Paths open. You embody leadership. Others align to your signal.
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Sevilla
He flew to Europe to pick me up. I had already crossed it alone. From Paris to Portugal, a month apart collapsed the space between us again.
Some women are sent
Some women aren’t just born. They’re summoned across bloodlines and time to complete what another woman began.
Paris
I got a Eurorail ticket to leave the man who would become my husband now. He flew me to Europe, bought me walking boots, put me on the train. Twenty years and three daughters later, I still return.
On menstruation and the birds and the bees
Before they could walk, they already knew what blood meant. Because we never hid it. We never locked the door.
People are performing for a performer who is dead.
Grief isn’t performance. It’s breath that doesn’t fill. A reflection on Diane Keaton, loss, and saying it while they’re still alive.
The sword they carry
I didn’t just birth daughters. I birthed flames. They won’t leave my house empty-handed. They will leave carrying the sword I placed.
Women at the beach. What nature already knows.
Before I birthed my daughters, bikinis they were for covering. Today I see them wearing them to be naked in sunlight.