"Table for Two": a visual poem about grief & finding pockets of joy
At no point did my pen stop moving; my raw feelings and impressions covered three pages: my mama's dementia, hospice care, hallucinations, my child's mental illness and recovery, the toll the pandemic has taken on my nuclear family, longing for family dinners but adjusting to meals at our "table for two".
Make Stuff, Build Community & Smash the Patriarchy
With a spin on Woodsy Owl's advice to "Pack it In, Pack it Out", we decided to leave our signs behind, leaving the park a little more radicalized than we found it.
I am burnt and remade: Women’s Wellness Retreat Poetry
I am grief, rivers of pain, joy reclaimed
I am lost in the waters that heal me or drown me, gasping, fighting, succumbing
Crafty Chicas: Creating Women’s Space in Today’s World
There is often a pure connection, a sense of play and nurture, a yearning to learn together, to be better together when women gather in these ways. Is this a modern day version of witches’ covens or feminist communes? Sign me up, baby!