When she asks if you’re capable of setting boundaries because you just seem too sweet, don’t scream. Don’t kick the computer desk. Remember, you’re still at this job interview. Smile. Breathe into the belly. Remember, that fleshy stomach can hold so much sorrow. Your belly is the container for this grief. This has happened before. Reach your breath down into it, down, down to the…

Hiking for anybody / any /body: An online journal by Stephanie Michele My resolution this year is to hike Mt. Evans, a geological wonder, standing near my city home at 14,271 ft. For me, this is a giant, courageous leap because I’ve been told my entire life that the human…

a recipe from the Sunspot Kitchen by Stepanie Michele — This recipe is for zero-waste foodies like me who want to utilize those sad vegetables rotting on their countertops. You can also view this recipe on the Taste of Home website! This recipe is so versatile and easy, I can’t believe it took me so long to try it! Ingredients: …

A Wisdom Body Collective Series on Mothering & Winter Traditions As I held the contents of Ada’s package in my hands, I thought to myself: this is mothering. She had sent a package of collected crayons, rings, and scraps of fabric which felt very spiritual in nature. I have received…

Poetry Sunday Eager Flies by Stephanie Michele So many of the men here lace their livers with liquor reaching into that innerspace, tracing the drunken pain body past muscle, fist fighting the lining of the skeleton as it gasps for air, rhythmically pulsing the blood. He pulls his liver out…

—a quote by Nathaniel Rateliff, from the song, “Time Stands” What was the first song that moved you? Moved. Is moving. Has moved. Will you tell me that story? Or the story of a song that moves you the most at this moment? I remember my parent’s music taste. It…

Essay One with Process Notes In July, she will bring you windows. Some of them feature her paintings of people, gorgeous paintings that she never sold. She will tell you to take them, scrape them, sell them, whatever. This will touch your heart. She is the best person. Simultaneously generous…

A Revolutionary Letter in honor of Diane di Prima Rasp of The Revolutionary Like a sea of stumbling light, the bone needs a scratch, the bone itself is in needing, in heat, moaning earnestly like a cat, fossils crooning under layers of Earth, oil in sharp plastic too is moaning, singing a scraped throat …

Learning how to hold women in lineage, beyond human lifetime — My body held herself violently still. I had just heard the news that an old acquaintance had passed. Someone I barely knew, passed away during childbirth, leaving the world behind while gifting life. My body, she held herself so still. “Meditate, pray, make love, but be prepared at any time to die, but don’t get uptight,” di Prima, Revolutionary Letter #7.