Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
I was on Virgin Gorda, ashore at 8:00 a.m. doing my last loads of laundry before the trip south. Out of the wash and into the dryers, I was waiting to start folding. In came the cleaning lady, an older black woman, local, probably in her late sixties. “Good morning,” Read more
This, then will cure me, no, not that, an edge of knife blade, self-turned to pinch at wrist, not slice, just tip in to test resolve, not once, twice to be certain, I am too much coward for whip-wounds, self-inflicted scourges, this, too, requires courage, wind whipping at bare throat Read more
“My name is Precious, how can I help you?” “I think I need to go to your shelter,” I blurted. My daughters, still both in diapers, were wailing in the background. The battered women’s shelter. Never had I thought I would be a battered woman, or that I would live Read more
I. Slowly biting the corner of her lower lip Running her fingers through her long, brown hair She walked across the darkened hotel room Wearing nothing but the goosebumps and glistening beads of sweat covering every inch of her soft skin. The film of last night runs through her mind Read more
Dictionaries are filled with words used to insult women: whore, tart, and tramp, for starters. But no word equals slut for its power to degrade and wound one half of the population. Interestingly, there’s no male equivalent of the word slut. –Trish Bolton It’s my firm belief that every party Read more
The words of those around me, I know, are shallow still for all their false depth of character. The words I keep from me, I know, are deeply held on shallow shelves for easy reach. I crave to only ever hear my voice, whispering in the life I dance. May Read more
