words from the soul
Sometimes, when I am feeling particularly reflective, I imagine my life as a boy. I wonder if I would make the choices I make today, had I been a boy. I think that I would, because I believe my gender plays only a small part in my human make-up. Maybe the road here would have … Continue reading The Wicked Daughter
The words of my youth ring in my ears as I meticulously scrub the leavened bread from the inside of my drawers, the corners of my floors…the confines of my soul. Redemption… Freedom… I make my lists and feel the pleasure of checking off tasks and listen to the tap, tap, tapping at my memory’s … Continue reading Redemption?
I debated writing this post...I thought that maybe I shouldn’t stir any trouble...that if I did say something, I would only be hurting myself more. But I have to write how I feel and I have to put it out there where it will be seen. This is who I am; this is how I … Continue reading Someone Called the Rabbi on Me…
I am woman; I am tired of roaring. For as long as I can remember, my throat burned from the constant constriction of my vocal cords fighting to be heard in a world where I was made second. From his rib, you were formed, by his side you shall stay… If it helps you accept … Continue reading I Am Woman — Please Don’t Make Me Roar
I have worn my face behind something other than my skin for so long I don’t know if I can recognize my reflection. At first, I wore the way I felt outside my heart. I didn’t know not to do that. I didn’t know that hearts exposed make people feel uncomfortable. I learned to hide … Continue reading Unmasked
Colloquially Speaking 