When The Pain Won’t Let Up…

Back in the day, when I was questioning everything, I turned to music. I started with good ole' fashioned 90's rage metal and alternative "confused and angry but also artist-poet" music that blended poetry of pain into chaotic chords... But I finally settled on Pink Floyd. I remember listening to it for the first time [...]

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Confessions of an Unbeliever

Wait... what? Shalimamma, an unbeliever?! Yeah, that's right. I may as well cut to the chase. I'm a natural-born skeptic, a Thomas (before he became a saint), a question-asker (is that a word?), a challenger to any and all "boxes" people want to assign me to, which seem logical and easy, but equally seem impossible [...]

When All You Need Is a Hug…

... even if it's one in your dreams... That was me, even though I would have been too rushed to think I needed one. And not just any hug; I mean a hug where everything suddenly feels right, secure, strong, healed... you know those kinds? They aren't the kind that happen often. Believe me, I [...]

When Silence Stabs

There’s always that one person in the group... the one who says what everyone’s thinking. Throughout my life, that person, many times, has been me. And let me tell you, while many enjoy that they don’t have to be the one to expose truth, they will also oftentimes throw that person who does the truth-telling [...]

The Baby Who Saved My Life

I have been unable to even begin to write about my pregnancy and birth of my 11th living child for months, until now, as if the depth of my experience was beyond any words or clever ways I could express... I write to you humbly, as a staunch pro-child, pro-life mother who loves to be [...]