Conch shell
The tides slowly wear away at the ragged and scraped edges where we tore ourselves out, and what is left behind is as smooth as breath.
Time to dance
We need to stop banishing embodiment from our worship.
Your stories belong to you
no one can rename you Other, it can’t stick, as you offer the gift of being and saying who you are.
The positive power of group hugs
‘Touch binds us together in a way that is warm and builds community.’
What we want at the end
Talking about how we hope to die can help avoid needless suffering for our loved ones as well as for ourselves.
My tender places are a source of strength
Out of the blue, the 5-year-old turned to me and said matter-of-factly, ‘You’re fat.’
A voice from within
In finding my true voice, I also found my true gender.