[I Asked God for More] than Motherhood

I woke up on Sunday full of lament. The depression that had been crushing me was now a throttling choke. I woke up straining. Strangled and gasping for air, for truth, for relief; I woke up. I woke up on Sunday already giving up. Begging for it, the answer to the question depression always asks:…

Silent for Days, becomes Years

Silent for Days, becomes years when the Girl Child now Woman is afraid of her own words, allowing her many fears to overwhelm. sometimes offering Powerful Utterances that shape, guide, portend, sometimes paralyzed. Deep calls to Deep, inside the Place Where She is Full, saying lay down, let go. Silent for Days, becomes years when the Girl Child…