Every morning, before my coffee and without my glasses, I stare out the window. I cannot make the coffee pour any more quickly than the machine will make it so I stand there. And I stare. I stand there. I stare. And I think.
Pre-Coffee Thoughts
My Womanish Body
An unpublished piece from 2018. I was old then. I’m older now. And I hope no one else ever has to earn the right to love their own body because of the churchy spaces I inhabit and maintain.