Podcast version of this piece. I baptized you before you were born. After, rubbed you clean.I’ll cleanse all your wounds in season. You’ve forgottenhow to savor my holy. If you seek,you’ll find these veins run…
[…] and rest. But I’m mostly the mothers who’d rather not lug the heavy memory of the twelve -year–old boy cut to fit in a sack, ditched on the neighbor’s steps. I hold his ghost […]
Podcast version of this piece. Here’s the truth: My faith remains tepid. Lukewarm as summer rain. Spew -worthy. A compass in fragments, I saved pieces: base plate, arrow, needle. Reassembly is beyond me. Millennia […]
[…] literal book on a plinth of filigreed gold, and an angel standing as sentinel at heaven’s needle -eye entrance, who’s not to say our names appear etched on its pages, un–erasable. Maybe no church […]
Podcast version of this piece. won’t you agree with me the heart’s a glorious organ moon jelly a ghost heart throbbing in oceanlily bulb an earth heart humming undergroundbear a furred heart curled up in cave’s dark I’m…
[…] is not defined by gender or channeled only through administrative practices. It is something that is ever -present in our everyday lives. Within Latter–day Saint theology, Heavenly Mother and Heavenly Father provide a clear […]
[…] my own babies into the world. Yet, I looked past you. Now, I see how my self -proclaimed “daddy’s girl” attitude has been shaped by the patriarchal system that hid you from me in […]
[…] prophets” and “Where’s the female authority on Heavenly Mother?” I wonder what praying to Her would look like in the first place. Is reaching out with my heart too prayer -like? If it is, […]
[…] creation of the world and humankind, Heavenly Mother was nowhere to be found. Creation was an all -male endeavor. I sobbed in the celestial room as I realized that this was a Motherless house. […]
[…] maternity models (who I suspect might not even be pregnant) who now populate my computer screen’s pop -up ads. Nonetheless, it expands, inch by inch, week by week, straining veins and skin, with my […]