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The Space Between

When my contractions started at 9:15 that Tuesday night, the knowing hit me immediately. This, this is it. This is what I’ve read about; this is what I’ve talked about

Rooting and Settling

The words “rooting” and “settling” used to scare me. Rooting meant that I would be still, planted, permanent. It meant saying no to possibility. After moving homes at age 7,

I Want To Remember Myself

What are the conditions that I need to create for myself so I can remember myself? When do I remember myself? Who am I?What is the truth that is known

Compassionate Communication in 2021

“I’m sick of him,” my student said. “He doesn’t understand anything about equality or sexism or how women might be feeling. He doesn’t want to listen. I’m just done. I

Learning

I am a creature of routine who does not know her routine. The morning bell rings and I am already awake, waiting. Last night I dreamed I was stuck In

Power Plays: Intimate Intersectionality of Sex, Gender, Race & Sexuality

You recognize their costumes. They are “woke,” wide-eyed activists who attended every march this year. They are white men, sometimes with long hair. They definitely talk about vulnerability. They have

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Snake Without Skin

I write down my arm, into my journal, every day. I tear the pages from the book, crumple them, use them to build a fire at night. Every word that

Uprooted: Salt Lake City

We move through the sagebrush corpse. Weeds tumble, holding onto themselves, their stick fingers grip their stick bones, pushed by 100 mph gusts. Winds howl at the moon and the

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Liberation

You tell me today is about independence, you with the suit, with the pen, with the bleached-white smile. You with the promise that tomorrow will always come, and that you

The Evolving Face of White Supremacy

In NVC, nonviolent communication,* we focus on feelings and needs. When needs are not met, conflicts arise. Strategies are the ways we try to get our needs met. This week,

Chiricahuas

The Chiricahuas

What is intimacy? I ask the moon. I ask Mother Earth. I ask Douglas Firs and fields of irises and Ponderosa Pines pondering. I ask the furry ferns that grow