The Pain of Not Skating: Mother’s Day 2021

Let’s pretend for a moment. Let’s pretend that there is a Roller Skater’s Day.  Every year, stores are flooded with Roller Skater’s Day cards, and roller skate pastries, and roller skate deals on skating themed jewelry.   And let’s pretend that we live in a society where one’s status as a roller skater is SUPER important. ... Continue Reading →

Beautiful Skin

Healing is seeing the systems of oppression we exist within and opting out of them as a designing force in our own understandings of the world.

Uterus Confetti

For my birthday a few years ago, my sister gave me a tote bag with multicolored uteruses printed all over it.  “Uterus Confetti,” the pattern was called.  I used this bag proudly for many years: when teaching the Our Whole Lives curriculum at my church, at the grocery store, when going to doctors appointments.  People... Continue Reading →

This Body Holy

This poem has had roughly 155 different titles...but I think this is the one I like. For today, anyway. CN: sexual assault This Body Holy When women lament their stomachs, their thighs, their arms, their right big toe – this body rises, indignant. This body balks at diet plans. She will not discuss weight loss... Continue Reading →

Holy Doubt, Holy Faith, Holy Shit

I recently changed the lock screen on my phone to a graphic that says: “You are a ghost driving a meat-coated skeleton made from star dust riding a rock floating through space. FEAR NOTHING.” I don't know why this tickled me so much. Maybe it’s because it makes my too-big fear feel small and inconsequential.... Continue Reading →

The daily ritual of practice

Lately, I’ve been thinking about practice. I’m thinking about what we practice and what we don’t practice.  What we should practice, but don’t.  I’m thinking about the rhetoric around practice, and I’m thinking about how annoying practice can be. Typically, when we think about practice, we think about a specific talent or skill: musicians have... Continue Reading →

The Real Yoga: Powerful and known

I got glasses when I was around 10 years old.  I didn’t know I needed glasses, but when I left the eye doctor with those glasses, I was amazed: who knew trees had leaves you could see?  I could read signs!  Everything was brighter, more detailed, and beautiful. At 10, I was already dancing (ballet)... Continue Reading →

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