Month: August 2017
Days shy of my fortieth birthday, my greatest gift was five days of writing community. Gifted to myself, a class with master writing teacher Laleh Khadivi: The Storyteller and the King, in San Francisco at Las Dos Brujas. Where I learned a new meaning for the oppressor and the oppressed, and the residency both occupy […]
Rosita was ready to burst when she first appeared on the screen, surrounded by chores and a litter of piggies, Rosita hummed to herself to hear the echoes of who she use to be. But. Scraps are never enough when your hunger is so great. And, Rosita was compelled to sing. Rosita was an artist.
The first time I went on a diet I was ten, maybe younger. My diet consisted of hours spent starving and succumbing to my hunger late at night.