Day 12(ish): On Anger

So remember when I promised I was going to write for 30 days, and then I got to day 11 and disappeared? I’m back. And I’ll write the other 19 days. I just can’t promise they’ll be consecutive. Oh well: my blog, my rules. Know what I did this weekend? I bought a punching bag.... Continue Reading →

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Day 11: The price of being female

I have been trying really hard not to write this. I’ve been trying so hard, in fact, that I’ve been doing a good job of not being able to write much of anything useful. I don’t want to write this. I so much don’t want to write this. When I started out this month of... Continue Reading →

Day 10: This Is For My Sisters

This is for my sisters whose hearts break open with each new dawn. For those whose pulse sounds desperate in their temples. For beating hearts bruising tremulous veins. For those wearing skin like suits of armor: we are gladiators passing as sister, mother, daughter, friend; our breasts and waistlines labeled with adjectives not seen in... Continue Reading →

Day 9: Living Edgelessly

A really quick poem: Living Edgelessly Being a poet means living edgelessly on the verge. Always free- falling through life and line-breaks, there are poems in the vulnerability I carry like pocket-knife. In the lethal words I swallow. In the explosive battle of worth. I sweat from the outside in. Let water pool between my... Continue Reading →

Day 7: I see that. I got you. No worries.

I evaluate a lot of older kiddos for whom someone has raised the question of autism spectrum disorder. My job in this particular evaluation is to determine whether autism is an accurate diagnosis for the child or young person, which typically involves interviewing the parent, reviewing records, and administering the Autism Diagnostic Observation Schedule, 2nd... Continue Reading →

Day 6: Things that don’t suck

Yes yes yes, I know I said I would write every day.  I just didn’t count on yesterday being the day it was when I agreed to that.  I’ll make it up to you. Recently, in a discussion about self-care, a friend said, “cultivate a deep feeling that joy IS resistance.  Right now, self-love and... Continue Reading →

Woman Body

Woman Body Woman body knows Spanx, push-up bras, and high-heeled shoes are designed to keep us small. Knows women used to faint on couches from corsets strangling breath. Woman body knows we have always survived on less: less oxygen, less stability, less money, less space, less rights, less of our own bodies. Woman body knows... Continue Reading →

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