Where I’m From: An Original Poem

Wondering why I've decided to share so many poems lately? Well, tomorrow, March 21st IS World Poetry Day! Here's my next one, which actually was recorded first in this particular session. Screaming SecretsThe wronged shrieked                from their fingertips,              silenced no longer,                       Empowered by consent, Enraged from words                not welcomed to... Continue Reading →

Screaming Secrets: An Original Poem

Screaming Secrets The wronged shrieked         from their fingertips,             silenced no longer,     Empowered by consent, Enraged from words             not welcomed to say,                      stuffed inside, eating the polite curtains              away like acid                       until the screams                                  always silent Screeched their way               through the internet                         in a digital riot Igniting memories long... Continue Reading →

Define Me: An Original Poem

Don't define meBy the actions ofThose I’vesurvived Don’t define meBy those whoWould have medeprived Don't define meBy the peopleWho pushed meDown Don't define meBy the fat thatHides mesurrounds Don't define meBy the actionsMy body can notPerform Don’t define meBy the actionsYou think are theNorm Don't define meBy the tearsYou don't watchMe cry Don’t define meWhen... Continue Reading →

How Irish Am I?

When my daughter and her husband bought me a DNA test for my birthday a few years ago, I was thrilled to confirm that I was almost as Irish as an old boyfriend had thought (he said I looked a lot like one of his relatives, still in Ireland). That gave me a little thrill,... Continue Reading →

Slighte-ly Maggie: A Podcast From Me

Slighte-ly Maggie Podcast 1 Transcript 4:31 PM: Transcript Doing this idea of the podcast... Slightely Maggie the podcast. What does that look like? Slightely Maggie the advocate for herself. I'm not good at advocating for myself. I'm better at advocating for other people. What I did notice today while I was in the virtual hearing... Continue Reading →

My Queer Latter-day Story

It's been a few years since I started reflecting on my relationship with LGBTQIA+ Pride and how my relationship with the month of celebration has changed over the years. From the outside, I appear as a cishet (cis: living as the sex my body was born (female), het: heterosexual) woman who is an active member of... Continue Reading →

Three Years With A Home

In spite of the fact I was living with no running water and only the sparsely-available electricity of a small solar panel in a fifth-wheel I called ‘home’ with a husband as temporary as the broken-down RV, I applied to Southern New Hampshire University...

Ugly No More

Since I had knowingly manipulated people using my sexuality and theirs, I also knew how to manipulate people into STOPPING their objectifying of my body. I made it one that less people would be attracted to. I made myself as UGLY as I possibly could.

Waiting for a Home I Can Use

The reality of living in the Pacific Northwest as a disabled person during a housing crisis In October 2018, the day before my 52nd birthday, my doctor prescribed a power chair for my worsening disabilities related to my exposure to the antibiotic, Levaquin. I live in a low-income apartment complex in Olympia, Washington. They have a little blue... Continue Reading →

Wait, Didn’t You Become A Nun?!

For over half a century of my life, I had been sexually attractive to someone. I just wanted that part to stop. I just wanted someone to see the daughter of God that I was, and not a piece of meat to use.

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