This essay is dedicated to all the beautiful, loving mothers who have ever had to walk their hearts through PPD, and for those to come- may the journey be much easier for you. You are all pictures of perfect grace. Happy Mother's Week!
[W]e can recognize that the very act of caring for ourselves is in itself a revolutionary act... In this, we say: I am an ecosystem, not board feet of timber to be sold. In this, we say: I refuse to let my life be mined for profit. I am not a resource; I am not a machine. I am a human animal with a soft and tender and beautiful living body that needs rest and movement and sunlight and laughter.
Women’s history should be enchanting like an exquisite spider web- complicated and far-reaching, dewed and sunlit; one you can’t take your eyes off of of. Instead, it’s a gossamer, floating in an out of view.