IWNHM/IWNHO: Road Songs
With my family, I drove back and forth across the country, almost since birth. I miss that America of then. It was wilder, more uncertain, disconnected, weirder. Each stop on the road had… Continue reading
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Catching Up With…
As we start to transition into autumn, I am catching up with the past few weeks of shooting. I was really hoping for a leisurely summer, but I have been busy. And I… Continue reading
IWNHM/IWNHO: Befores and Afters
I’m doubling up with the next segment of I Will Not Hurt Myself/I Will Not Hurt Others, followed up by a second post of recent work. This week, I spotlight the section on… Continue reading
Summertime
I have to take a little time out from I Will Not Hurt Myself/I Will Not Hurt Others. There’s a ways to go and I need to break it up a little with… Continue reading
IWNHM/IWNHO: Dance
I do not know these words,they exist in my skin,leaking out like I wasborn to sing spite fortime; my feet do not knowtheir direction, butdrive into the dirtwe drive into the dirt,we taking… Continue reading
IWNHM/IWNHO: Bone
I am the land and the land is me. I keep coming back to the old places to remind myself that my pieces, my bones, my blood, my sands and salt and winds… Continue reading
IWNHM/IWNHO: Native
I’m leapfrogging over the next two sections of the book, whizzing past thoughts of identity and of isolation, mostly because regular readers have seen these on multiple occasions while I worked through a… Continue reading
IWNHM/IWNHO: True Love
Sharp-eyed readers will likely recognize elements incorporated here from earlier incarnations. But this time I’ve got it. Really. I won’t fuss with them anymore. I mean it this time. There is this ideal… Continue reading
IWNHM/IWNHO: Womb
I didn’t have children and I’m mostly fine with that. I chose something else. But I like to think that in an alternate universe there is another me who had the babies. The… Continue reading
IWNHM/IWNHO: Freedom/Adulting
I don’t feel like an adult. Maybe now? When I was young, I lusted after the freedom that would come with being an adult. In some ways, it feels like my generation has… Continue reading