Before The I Do: Love Is Not a Marriage

I wasn't sure if I believed in marriage. It was antiquated. It was oppressive. It was rooted in the myth of female subjectivity. Rooted in a historical legacy of woman as property: capable of, needing to be, and wanting to be owned. It was the aspiration of overzealous evangelicals, cloaked in insincere holiness, in inauthentic … Continue reading Before The I Do: Love Is Not a Marriage

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Sometimes They Come Back

I was six when my grandmother passed away, so I don’t remember much about her. What I can piece together is vague and, because of its lack of specificity, unsatisfying. I know that she had a large family and that she was one of just a few girls in a house dominated by brothers. I … Continue reading Sometimes They Come Back

Day 7, Week 29: What Are You Willing To Give Up?

Everyone called her Mother. It didn't particularly matter how you were affiliated. She was my great-grandmother on my father's side. Tall and slender, and aptly named Maud (although I didn't learn that until years after her passing). She had a nickname for everyone. Mine was Sittin' Hen. Even as a child I resented it because … Continue reading Day 7, Week 29: What Are You Willing To Give Up?