Womanhood Diaries, Vol. 8: Woman on an Island
Every morning for the past four months has started the same way: me alone in my bed, typing my deepest traumas on a laptop—then starting work, hunched over another screen, feeling like a brick is sitting in my stomach. Two screens mirroring tragedies: one from the past, and one that still rises every time I…
Womanhood Diaries, Vol. 7: The Body Apology
I walk toward the doctor’s office, heart racing, my palms beginning to moisten. I inhale, exhale a few times. Still, I gasp for breath. How much will this cost me? What will be my diagnosis this time? Will I survive what’s happening to my body? I had scheduled a doctor’s appointment after enduring a cycle…
Womanhood Diaries, Vol. 6: Good Girls Don’t Eat Doughnuts
Most artists imagine their audience as they create. I envision a woman’s fingers gliding across the pages of my book while I write this collection. She is a woman like me—unstitched by life’s trials, then sewn back together by her own hands, pain as her thread. This week, I wrote about desire, learning how to…
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