Still Learning: Confronting Myself on ‘Naming the Unnamed’ Within

Sometimes, when something hurts me, it takes a while for me to feel it. I’m the kind that won’t even realize I’d been so affected until much later, years after, and at random.  Sometimes, what I’ve suppressed never comes to light at all. Usually this is because, “I don’t know where to put it.” SlowContinue reading “Still Learning: Confronting Myself on ‘Naming the Unnamed’ Within”

Clasping Hands with the “Women Who Named the Unnamed”

May I ask you a question, imagined reader? Who do you think of – who pops into your mind first – when you imagine a woman in your life who has ‘named the unnamed’? Who has stood up in the face of being told to stay quiet only to say simply, I won’t? When asking myselfContinue reading “Clasping Hands with the “Women Who Named the Unnamed””