"The bread of her waist, a loaf
we would knead with 8 year old palms
sweaty from play. My brother and I marveled
at the ridges and grooves. How they would summit at her navel.
How her belly looked like a walnut.
How we were once seeds that resided inside.
We giggled whenever she would recline on the couch,
lift her shirt, unbutton her pants, let her belly spread like cake batter in a pan.
It was as much a treat as licking the sweet from electric mixers on birthdays.
The undulating of my mother’s belly was not
a shame she hid from her children. She knew
we came from this. Seemed grateful." -Sonya Renee Taylor
What We Give Our Children
Why Church?
Be Like Fungi: Earth Seeds and Be More Gay
Nothing Queerer Than a Resurrection
How to move through ambiguous loss
When optimism is too heavy a burden, try hope
Maybe life is trying to save you
Tangled Surprises
Stop Trying: Wu Wei and Embracing the Art of Flow
What the heck does living your best life mean?
Why we should give indigenous land back
Making Friends
How to Fight Fair When the Loving Gets Hard
Encanto, The Four Tendencies and Healthy Relationships with Rev. Christopher Watkins Lamb
How to Apologize
Feeling lonely? You are not alone.
MLK Redux: A Conversation with Dr. Dan McKanan
Fix You: Every relationship challenge is an inside job
Step Zero: What do you do before you begin?
Deeper Episode 19: Making Room for Mystery
Create your
podcast in
minutes
It is Free
The Hello Heaven Podcast
Devoted To Prayer
Cast The Word
Let Me Be Frank | Bishop Frank Caggiano’s Podcast | Diocese of Bridgeport, CT
The Bible Recap
BardsFM