We Are The Granddaughters Of The Witches You Could Not Burn
BY LISA MARGUERITE MORA I live on the North American continent. But my ancestors hail from Britain and Scotland. And Mexico. My mother…
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Embracing Forgiveness & Rekindling Hope On Christmas
BY LISA MARGUERITE MORA In my household, there were some years the Grinch stole Christmas. My mother would slip into a mental illness…
Poverty Gave Me A Spark Of Knowing Deep Within Me
BY LISA MARGUERITE MORA Poverty, amorphous mishmash of images tangled in my brain, synapses that over-fire, dendrites of my nervous system. Why would I…
Rebel Rebel, Give Yourself Permission To Be Your Messy Self
I was a child living with an unfathomable free spirit mother and was uncomfortable with Bowie’s colourful strangeness. Part elegant alien, part harlequin he looked like something out of a renaissance Alice in Wonderland court.
Release The Reins & Grasp Nothing
But the orb pulls us this way and that, so I open my hands, allow threads of the night to move across my palms and through my fingers.