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There is a long tradition with me of loving all things old.  As the oldest of seven, I was born old.  Others needed me to be old. Who depended on me?  Some days, it seemed like too many.  These defining moments called for fancy footwork. ...

Being pregnant is being immersed in a world of mystery. There is a person growing inside of me that I cannot see and it sends me into a state of fear. Suddenly, everything I eat, breathe, drink, and do become more important. I have to...

i catch a glimpse a flash if pink something wild this way comes. who is that girl? what is her story? she is a momma, fierce and loving. she is a wife, warrior and steadfast. she is a woman, heavy breasts and sagging belly. birthed 3 people into this world she is an artist (she.is.) she is the...

this girl, she is reflections in windows. getting lost then being found. what is normal is awkwardness, the sometimes bitterness. the habit that returns in love.   this girl, she is holding hands on the coast of maine. nuzzling beards, undressing insecurity, devouring artistry. sometimes ragged. sometimes hollow-eyed. she is acceptance of ordinary.   this...