Thoughts on what it's like and what it means to live in a long line of brilliant, creative, stubborn women raised by brilliant, creative, stubborn women who became harpy-like as a survival strategy. Also healing.
Peering through worldview lenses, hovering in and around ideas, pondering people and society with curiosity and respect. If it has to do with thresholds, liminal spaces, language, thinking, I'm all over it.