Today: a group of 15-17 year old shy hearted women wrote poems on self/body love. A group of young women supported each other and let their voices shake loose. A group of young women confronted their darkest insecurities and shed light all up in the cob webbed corners. A group of young women quiet in their creation, riffing on metaphors that stirred my deepest heart. Thank you Marty McConnell & Sonia Renee Taylor for your praise poems on the body. We watched them and the word floods came splashing down! We rode those waves straight towards beauty. Amen. #growfierce

Today: a group of 15-17 year old shy hearted women wrote poems on self/body love. A group of young women supported each other and let their voices shake loose. A group of young women confronted their darkest insecurities and shed light all up in the cob webbed corners. A group of young women quiet in their creation, riffing on metaphors that stirred my deepest heart. Thank you Marty McConnell & Sonia Renee Taylor for your praise poems on the body. We watched them and the word floods came splashing down! We rode those waves straight towards beauty. Amen. #growfierce

Hello Caits. Hello open window to write in. Hello 10:30am on a Tuesday before your world explodes into teaching and connection and train rides. Hello. It’s good to see you here. 

Remember when I used to write in a blog, just for fun because I could and I wanted to? It seems that life has plucked me up from my sleep and flung me into a blender. I taste good as a blueberry smoothie, but I didn’t fully appreciate my time huddled up in the freezer - the round berry bodies shoved up against my own all cool and round. I’m not sure where I’m going with this metaphor - I’m out of practice. It is time to open this window more again and let the words just do what they want to, without it being for a project, or a book or a collaboration or a curriculum. To let them breathe and stew and cook and get nasty hot. Or tasty. Whatever they please. 

This weekend breathing was pretty much my only goal. Alec and I jumped in his car, named after a New Mexican waitress, and we high tailed it out of this hot and sticky city. Do you know what I miss about country life? Singing in the car! That open mouthed, yell it outta your lungs, blast it ‘till the sun sets and your throat dries out. I loved so much about our trip: the endless easy and meandering conversations, the giant sculptures over each new green hill at Storm King sculpture park, the tiny cabin we shared and sang songs in before bed, the outdoor shower’s refreshing cleanse, our tummy-aching laughter, the whiskey on the Inn porch, the small town bliss. But singing in the car. Nothing beats it. I’m still hanging onto that small seed of joy, all the songs we grew up on together - every genre, every lyric coming back from the deepest recesses of memory, flubbing the same lines. I smile just thinking about it. And come to find out, between my cousin and I, we are two pretty great DJ’s. 

Yesterday I asked the girls in class who is afraid of being judged for being not smart enough. All raised hands. For not being cool enough? All raised hands, including me, for both questions. It has been a trip these last few weeks to see the connections between the curriculum and it’s outcome online, in the classroom, in prison. Humans are so similar at the gut level. Race, class, age, freedom - all kinds of divides - and yet, the topics so interconnected, the stories a mirror of the next. Cool. What a strange concept. How about instead: colorful, bright, warm, helpful, engaged, passionate. How about instead: part of something bigger. 

Did y’all see the Leo Moon horoscopes? I am skeptical of these things, but it said we’ll be working hard this week. I hope you focus, but I hope you take care of yourself too. I’m not playing life easy anymore. Whatever I do, I’m taking it by the lips and kissing it - teaching, being with a friend, relaxing, loving, reading, writing. Kisskisskisskisskiss. 

Find out how to work one on one with me!
MINI PROMPT <3 Last night, inspired by the bravery of our women readers, I asked the audience to engage either a 140 character love letter to self OR share a confession. I love what I found this morning. Share your own and hashtag that baby #growfierce! 

MINI PROMPT <3 Last night, inspired by the bravery of our women readers, I asked the audience to engage either a 140 character love letter to self OR share a confession. I love what I found this morning. Share your own and hashtag that baby #growfierce! 

Tonight’s magic:

Poems of health &
home & hurt &
joy & love & bold
& pride & big skies
& rain drenched skin
& magic spells
& birthday songs
& 140 character poems
& audience engagement
& behind the counter
a hair cut in action
& friends & friends
of friends & moon
came out glowing &
these women can
write & pride & cry
& shake & shimmy
& thank you & thank
you & thank us &
thank god.

#GrowFierce

Proud to know you all, Mahogany Browne, Dior Vargas, Qumyka Howell, Cristina Preda, Lehna Huie, Safia Elhillo, Morgana Phoenix.