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 →
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 →
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 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 →
2020 was an eventful year for most people. I was not an exception. For me, it meant the entire world would finally be a bit more empathetic about the situation I had found myself in for the last several years: Being confined to my apartment. I made a few friends Although my reason for being... Continue Reading →
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 →
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...
Over the last four years, the essay was expanded into a creative nonfiction long-form essay, then eventually outlining and planning out my book.
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.
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 →