Back-to-Back
I’ve always loved my back. My strong back. My feminine back. My back of curving shapes and soft silhouettes, my olive-skinned and...
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I’ve always loved my back. My strong back. My feminine back. My back of curving shapes and soft silhouettes, my olive-skinned and...
January. What a beautiful month for disasters. And disasters there have been. From a petulant adult child who sashays around the house...
The last few days have been shockingly cold. The beauty that I once idolized in the marmalade, honey, and curdled palettes of burgundies,...
For so many years I didn't value time. An anointed symptom of youth for there was always going to be another tomorrow, another chance,...
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As it has become a tradition with me, I’m late speaking on celebrations passed, moments bygone, and life events already lived. That’s not...
I once read a quote by Roy T. Bennett which said, “Be mindful. Be grateful. Be positive. Be true. Be kind.” As a naturally mindful,...
Jenny Saville is one of my favorite artists – for obvious reasons. I was sixteen when I first discovered the contemporary British...
I woke up and rolled around in bed for a few minutes, stretching and untangling my limbs from the weight of bed covers, before reaching...
Pride Month is over and it’s time to return everything to the closet. Except ourselves. Put away the rainbow flags and roll-on glitter,...
Since 2014, I’ve had a stalker. Maybe. It might be longer than that, I really don’t know. In 2014, I was living the typical London...
What if. What if? What if revenge wasn’t what you thought it was? Would you be open to learning what it is? What if revenge, the sweetest...
Today my legs wouldn’t work. They shrugged, made a face, and simply refused to operate. Naturally, I stared at them most menacingly,...
Sisters, we need to talk. Feet up, burn sage, drink something hydrating kind of talk. I’m going to start with three shocking statements....
It was mostly cloudy on Wednesday 6th January 2021. Unsurprising for winter, the dampness in the whisked air had seeped into the house...
Since 2020, I've found myself actively seeking smaller moments of pleasure. The kinds that aren't fueled by bright lights, loud noises,...
Since the beginning of time, women have graced the world with the possession of intellect, wisdom, creativity, revolution, and sacred...
I wrote an article about the Taliban’s effect on Afghanistan women over the summer. I wrote it predominately for a Western audience as a...
Today was an extraordinary day of self-recognition. It arrived out of nowhere, this awareness, and I’ve been wearing it all day like a...
It's Saturday. January. Cold but sunny. I’ve found a comfortable space in the sunlight for afternoon tea. The woods are eerily silent,...