Female Soul:Skin
… I pressed black on white in belief that we can embrace our whole, that we can inhabit our deepest …
… I pressed black on white in belief that we can embrace our whole, that we can inhabit our deepest …
Mary Daly’s God Go back to the beginning, back to the garden, to the sleeping Adam and the rib removed, …
I sit. I wait. I feel the curtain dividing, shrouding, inviting me to quiet, to calm. Stillness enters to hold, to …
He is boy turns lad, becomes young guy now man; he is male. His foundation was built from the statement, …
I am woman bleeding, blood for years, no end in sight. I throw myself down; woman, shame-filled, mercy-seeking, no-thing left …
I read the words. I am flooded. I have clung to this thin bit of string for years. I think for …
I am captured and held in her words, in the strength she threw to the back of the room. Her …