Not That Bad – Dispatches from Rape Culture

I’ve gotten to an age where I am drawn to fiction writing less and less. I’ll be fifty-three in a couple of months. Reading books have gone from being an obsessive pass-time of escapism to a crucial act of self-care. I need to read. I love reading. I live in a world which largely refuses…

Dear Fellow Raped People

I don’t usually write on the blog about the same things I talk about in podcast episodes. There are indirect references and links between the blog and podcast content, but that’s usually as far as it goes. I didn’t plan it that way, it’s just the way each of these creative formats evolved. However, today…

An Ode to Chopped Hair

My Dearest Hair, We are less than twenty-four hours away from chopping most of you off.  Well my beautiful locs, we have been here a few times before and yet, I have never experienced as much angst about the eventual chopping as I have experienced this week. I am certain it’s my age. So much…

Exploring A Deeper Love

When I was almost six, a well-meaning, white female teacher, while attempting to engage me beyond the shell of extreme shyness, managed only to mortify us both. I had been mere months in this country from my original island home and it was only my second or third day in an American classroom. My startled…