Tell Me Something I can hold

When I married I became a more acceptable thing in the eyes of the religion I ran from. Having a good man take me as his wife was a hall pass in this constricting world, a ticket upgrade that gave me access to better hiding places from the shame I felt dogged by in my…

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Two trees growing up in the garden…..

I’ve heard it told of two trees growing up in a garden, two filters,  two perspectives,  two ways; one a driven religion to be right and know, to category and label living things. Superiority feels like shelter in this system and it demands that those who eat it’s fruit conform. The second tree is freedom…

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