Love, Stephanie Greene and I went combing through the poetry and memoir sections last week at Changing Hands bookstore, sat at the bar savoring each find, sipping beverages and swapping fire-sparking recommendations with two bartenders. She went home with the sole copy of
I saved this as “unread” in my email for a day (or two) because I knew I wanted uninterrupted time to read it, digest it, and let it fill me up (every last rough crack and soft fold of me). I trust in you sister. Your words are medicine. Thank you for putting them into the world.
I’m just .... weeping. Keening. Howling. Roaring. I needed this. And I needed it in your voice.
I saved this as “unread” in my email for a day (or two) because I knew I wanted uninterrupted time to read it, digest it, and let it fill me up (every last rough crack and soft fold of me). I trust in you sister. Your words are medicine. Thank you for putting them into the world.
“Every last rough crack and soft fold of me”. You, dear sister, are meant for words lest you forget.
Thank you for naming me. For seeing. ❤️
This litany is an ANTHEM. 🔥
your book is life changing 🕯❤️🔥🕊️ love this.
I can't tell you how precious those words are, thank you.