When I think of myself as a child, a day at the park comes to mind. Five or six years old, I climbed the Jungle Jim, which clanked beneath my feet. I reached the peak, put my hands on the rail, and leaned forward as if to listen. I closed my eyes. I put my …
My Full Moon Ritual
For a few years now, I've been doing some sort of a full moon ritual. It started with my soul sisters, where we had monthly full moon ceremonies, and when that slowed down, I found myself turning down other plans to still honor my rituals. I add full moons and new moons to my calendar, …
A message to men
CW re: Olympic-Gymnast Father Lunging at Dr. Devil When I was 9, I watched as my dad charged toward my neighbor’s house with a bat in his hand and rage in his eyes; he just learned that my neighbor molested me, and he was intent on enforcing justice. A little girl watching her life rapidly …
Seven Shifts of My Writing Retreat
The rewards of my writing retreat were much more expansive than the words I wrote.
Everyday Sacrifices
Today, Memorial Day, I feel inspired by the word "sacrifice." Especially now, as I recover from this ankle break, acutely aware of how I spend my days, a question circles my mind: would I be at peace with my life if all was lost tomorrow? The honest answer is, well, no.
You Call Me Rae, But That’s Not My Name
My real name is RaDonna, and I only see or hear that name at the doctor’s office, in a letter from the IRS, or from a few high school friends. Basically… I rarely hear my real name. For at least 16 years—over half of my life—I have been known as Rae. Early in my life, …
