I have never seen a woman in process get free without first getting angry. She must anger, and she may need to rage, the rage is especially freeing. This is what I see when she does not: She bypasses to sadness, nurtures her wounds and melancholy, and depression becomes a way of being. She masquerades […]

One year ago, on 23 August 2012 I watched my mother being wheeled out in a wheelchair at the airport. My parents had just returned home from Umrah (mini pilgrimage). My mother looked incredibly ill. She left for Umrah in pain and returned with it amplified. I looked at her and I knew. For the […]

How come they don’t exist? I believe part of that answer lies in the acknowledgement of our individuality, and that although our paths may look and feel similar, it serves to draw us deeper into the contemplation of what makes us unique beings; and what makes our paths bespoke experiences. Let me ask you; are […]