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“It’s just a hobby.” She utters the word by default. Someone notices the paintings stacked in the corner, the photographs pinned to…
The lives, experiences, and voices of women as cultural record.
“It’s just a hobby.” She utters the word by default. Someone notices the paintings stacked in the corner, the photographs pinned to…
Hot stones. That is the only way I can think to describe it. A burning that settles at the base of your…
The camera comes out even before the feeling does. Before grief has settled into the body, it is already a caption. Before…
The notebook on her bedside table wasn’t fancy and leather-bound. It was a composition book. The kind you buy at a drugstore….
There is a box somewhere in most women’s lives. Sometimes it’s an actual cardboard box, pushed to the back of a closet,…
Buckle up. Here it comes. The November spiral of the holiday season. We are knee-deep in it. It is the month when…
There is a moment before the words come. It is quiet, but not peaceful. It is the moment when your body remembers…
Your story is not a luxury. It isn’t something to save for when life slows down. In this moment, when so many…
This post is part of From Unravelling to Weaving: My Journey to Recollections Within, a foundational five-part series following my personal path…
This post is part of From Unravelling to Weaving: My Journey to Recollections Within, a foundational five-part series following my personal path…