Passionate educator and writer with an interest in autonomy and feminism.

Heart & Soul

The first time I heard her sing was the night we met, the moon came to listen too. The first time I watched her dance the universe stopped to witness her being. On these two occasions I noticed myself seeing her, wondering in complete awe. There was something about her existence, and every time I …

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Aaah, Mother’s Day

I started publicly addressing my mother-wound in 2021. I was healing. I sat on the grass often; I watched the sky day and night, celebrating full moons in ritual. I was wrapped in so much love; the masks peeled off. Something had been missing all along; I wasn’t wrong. I started questioning it, why didn’t …

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“It’s one of those days.” She tosses her phone as soon as she presses send, then rolls over. There is no way she is doing anything that can’t be done with her head on the pillow. Shifting a little to give her leg some freedom, she hits it. “Perfect!” “Maybe I should ask him to …

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“No, no, wait,” she says, running into the house. She hops onto the porch, and two seconds later, she is leaping across the grass with the Bluetooth speaker in her hand, a beautiful dog by her heels. It’s no surprise that she had to be dramatic; this is who she is, always making a spectacle …

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Sanaa na Kahawa

Have you ever stopped in a moment and realized how alive you are? Entirely lost in the happenings, you have to pause and recognize the life flowing through your bloodstream. Your mind is light, your soul is free, your laughter is easy, and your feet are giving in to the music. You stop to appreciate …

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I have to pick myself up again. When I woke up today, the first thing I did was imagine how much my heart was going to break every time I remember the pain. How many tears would fall before I fell asleep again and forget that I just lost something I have had for five …

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Woman climbing


“Don’t forget what I told you.” “Big house, fancy car?” “BIG HOUSE, FANCY CAR!” The grin on Randall’s face and the excitement in his voice, as he pronounces each word making sure they carry the weight he intends, brings a smile to Deja’s face.  Goodbyes can be sad or happy; this one, in the 17th …

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Women Like Me

“What do you want?” she asked, looking down at the book she had been writing on a few minutes before. I looked at my friends, wondering who would answer her question. This was my first time at a police station and dealing with the police.  I had planned out a polite conversation that would eventually …

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