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It’s dark, but above me I can hear the pitter patter of little feet on the floor. Little voices delighting in the morning. I roll over. It’s too early. I’m [...]
“Mom!!” I scream into my phone as I drive away from Red Mountain Resort under the sinking Utah sun. “Something has happened!” ...
Self. Birth. Transformation. Relationships. Those four cards stare at me on the animal hide table in the little room of Betina Lindsey, the shaman at ...
Cynthia taps on my chest. Tap. Tap. Tap. I can feel those taps reverberate through my body. I can hear the sounds echo in my ears. Hollow. I feel holl ...
