mamaw’s masons

Late last week, I made it through the last box of my grandmother’s mason jars. My grandmother was many things,...

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LET’s

Dear Twite, May I call you by your first name or is there another you might prefer? Please forgive the...

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music man

He was many things to many people. To me, he was sometimes synonymous with the dance community that changed how...

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Labor(s) of Love

Among other things, I journey with a group of folks moving through a two-year fellowship program that I shape and...

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skipping stones

i believe in you and me– and a we that leads from here to there and back again.i believe in...

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working girl

I come from women who carry the load and pretend that the weight doesn’t bear. They came from women who...

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Yours, Mine, Ours

I once spent the greater part of a long weekend on a mountainside with a group of strangers. Our gathering...

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enough is enough

My morning routine starts with coffee. So much so that the ritual begins the night before, when my husband gets...

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in the beginning

In the beginning was word and it mattered.In the beginning was question and it wondered.In the beginning was chaos, and...

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mai-mai more than

I saw you online recently. You were one of five women participating on a panel tackling complex questions on a...

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the perfect cut

I like to measure my words carefully and often take my time with phrases that turn on so many things....

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